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 Portugal and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Todd Rundgren to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Colin Newman. All the underground hits.
All E-Dancer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Albert Ayler 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oneida record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Half Japanese,
Icehouse,
Steve Hackett,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Silicon Teens,
Parry Music,
The Smiths,
Judy Mowatt,
Echospace,
Japan,
Mr. Review,
Spoonie Gee,
Ten City,
T. Rex,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
X-101,
Alton Ellis,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lindisfarne,
The Human League,
The Invisible,
Circle Jerks,
Banda Bassotti,
The Birthday Party,
The J.B.'s,
Amon Düül,
Tim Buckley,
Tropical Tobacco,
Arab on Radar,
Blossom Toes,
Quando Quango,
Peter & Gordon,
Donald Byrd,
Moss Icon,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ultravox,
JFA,
Lou Reed,
Masters at Work,
Spandau Ballet,
Technova,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Theoretical Girls,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Gories,
Dennis Brown,
Babytalk,
The Slackers,
Sex Pistols,
Ultra Naté,
Flash Fearless,
Quadrant,
Anthony Braxton,
Youth Brigade,
The Five Americans,
The Dirtbombs,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Supertramp,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lalo Schifrin,
Eden Ahbez,
Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock.
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.