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 Iran and from Mexico City.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 synthesizer 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band 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 Au Pairs. All the underground hits.
All Crispy Ambulance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Hutcherson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tubeway Army record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fad Gadget,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Little Man,
The Pop Group,
Harpers Bizarre,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Neon Judgement,
Tim Buckley,
the Swans,
Charles Mingus,
The Move,
Pagans,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sun Ra,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Vladislav Delay,
Cymande,
John Foxx,
X-101,
Jawbox,
Juan Atkins,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sexual Harrassment,
Minnie Riperton,
Zapp,
Heaven 17,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
MC5,
Terrestrial Tones,
Icehouse,
Donny Hathaway,
Graham Central Station,
Ten City,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lee Hazlewood,
Radio Birdman,
Ituana,
Eric Copeland,
Monks,
Pierre Henry,
Bootsy Collins,
This Heat,
Bill Wells,
UT,
Gil Scott Heron,
Cheater Slicks,
Dark Day,
Marc Almond,
Ultravox,
Roxette,
DJ Style,
World's Most,
Fela Kuti,
Henry Cow,
E-Dancer,
The New Christs,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Rosa Yemen,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Real Kids,
Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work.
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.