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 Malta and from Winnipeg.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Surgeon to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Mark Hollis. All the underground hits.
All The Peanut Butter Conspiracy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echo & the Bunnymen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Eating Sloth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fluxion,
The Cowsills,
Warsaw,
Interpol,
Average White Band,
Don Cherry,
The Toasters,
H. Thieme,
Maurizio,
Lyres,
Bronski Beat,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Maleditus Sound,
The Birthday Party,
ABBA,
Alison Limerick,
Gang of Four,
The Cure,
The Cramps,
Japan,
Section 25,
Lee Hazlewood,
Fad Gadget,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Barry Ungar,
Aswad,
Lightning Bolt,
Sugar Minott,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
U.S. Maple,
Crooked Eye,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Flesh Eaters,
Albert Ayler,
Khruangbin,
These Immortal Souls,
Neu!,
Liliput,
Hoover,
B.T. Express,
June of 44,
Bobby Womack,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sällskapet,
the Normal,
Zero Boys,
Bill Near,
Lebanon Hanover,
Todd Terry,
Schoolly D,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Glenn Branca,
The Pretty Things,
Leonard Cohen,
Fugazi,
Deadbeat,
Qualms,
Flipper,
Spoonie Gee,
Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman.
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.