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 Sweden and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 organ 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 the Association. All the underground hits.
All The Smiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warsaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Accadde A record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eyeless In Gaza,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ralphi Rosario,
Deepchord,
Gong,
Hot Snakes,
Warren Ellis,
The Real Kids,
Harpers Bizarre,
Flipper,
Bronski Beat,
Lyres,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Detroit Cobras,
Quando Quango,
Ituana,
The Moleskins,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Kurtis Blow,
Idris Muhammad,
Blancmange,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Nick Fraelich,
Brass Construction,
Radio Birdman,
Wolf Eyes,
Thee Headcoats,
Crispy Ambulance,
Kenny Larkin,
Fat Boys,
T.S.O.L.,
Duran Duran,
Metal Thangz,
The Mojo Men,
Buzzcocks,
Dead Boys,
Arab on Radar,
Toni Rubio,
Bush Tetras,
Sonic Youth,
Roger Hodgson,
Franke,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Aswad,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Erasure,
Swans,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Scan 7,
D'Angelo,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Amazonics,
Electric Prunes,
Camouflage,
Howard Jones,
Gang Gang Dance,
Minny Pops,
Trumans Water,
Tres Demented,
Sound Behaviour,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ronnie Foster,
Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters.
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.