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 Tunisia and from Shanghai.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Skaos to the grime 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 Eli Mardock. All the underground hits.
All Chris & Cosey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Franke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Bourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Big Daddy Kane,
Drive Like Jehu,
Fela Kuti,
This Heat,
Blossom Toes,
Chrome,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Accadde A,
Maurizio,
Ossler,
Absolute Body Control,
Jacques Brel,
the Germs,
Reuben Wilson,
Surgeon,
Grey Daturas,
Glambeats Corp.,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Doors,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Fire Engines,
Althea and Donna,
Youth Brigade,
MDC,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Radiohead,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ohio Players,
Rites of Spring,
Lou Reed,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Leaves,
Oneida,
Freddie Wadling,
Leonard Cohen,
Sex Pistols,
Vainqueur,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Joe Finger,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Josef K,
Saccharine Trust,
Erykah Badu,
Niagra,
Unwound,
CMW,
Minnie Riperton,
Juan Atkins,
New York Dolls,
Gang Starr,
Funky Four + One,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Derrick Morgan,
Sister Nancy,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Harpers Bizarre,
Eden Ahbez,
X-Ray Spex,
Curtis Mayfield,
Oblivians,
Theoretical Girls,
T. Rex,
Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh.
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.