Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Switzerland and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Tom Boy to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Bang On A Can. All the underground hits.
All The Cosmic Jokers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Urselle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Excepter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vainqueur,
T. Rex,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Dual Sessions,
Cheater Slicks,
Matthew Halsall,
The Barracudas,
UT,
The Blackbyrds,
Kevin Saunderson,
Scratch Acid,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Invisible,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Move,
Y Pants,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Robert Görl,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lower 48,
Hoover,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
48th St. Collective,
Scion,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Tremeloes,
Basic Channel,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Eric Dolphy,
Youth Brigade,
X-Ray Spex,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Black Moon,
The Fire Engines,
The Fortunes,
Delta 5,
Smog,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Buckinghams,
Lindisfarne,
Lalo Schifrin,
MDC,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sun City Girls,
June of 44,
DJ Style,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
cv313,
Boz Scaggs,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Skatalites,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Motions,
Pulsallama,
Negative Approach,
Jacques Brel,
Angry Samoans,
Sandy B,
The Fugs,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Agent Orange,
Minny Pops,
Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.