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 Jakarta.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Marshall Jefferson to the grunge 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 Harmonia. All the underground hits.
All Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every kango's stein massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a LL Cool J record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sisters of Mercy,
Danielle Patucci,
Moss Icon,
Darondo,
X-102,
Minutemen,
The Slackers,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
LL Cool J,
Crash Course in Science,
Motorama,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Derrick May,
Aswad,
The Doobie Brothers,
Schoolly D,
K-Klass,
Soft Cell,
Y Pants,
Absolute Body Control,
Flash Fearless,
Matthew Bourne,
Jacques Brel,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Big Daddy Kane,
World's Most,
Al Stewart,
The Seeds,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Zero Boys,
B.T. Express,
Boredoms,
Negative Approach,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Blues Magoos,
The American Breed,
Brass Construction,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Godley & Creme,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Names,
Banda Bassotti,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Marine Girls,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
New Order,
Royal Trux,
China Crisis,
Section 25,
Liliput,
AZ,
FM Einheit,
The Associates,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Aloha Tigers,
Q65,
John Coltrane,
Bobby Sherman,
Grey Daturas,
Steve Hackett,
Pussy Galore,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family.
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.