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 Lebanon and from Toronto.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 harpsichord 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 the Bar-Kays to the jazz 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 Pussy Galore. All the underground hits.
All Sunsets and Hearts tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Eating Sloth 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liliput record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grey Daturas,
The Evens,
Electric Prunes,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Dave Clark Five,
Scientists,
Television,
The Young Rascals,
Aaron Thompson,
Laurel Aitken,
David McCallum,
Agent Orange,
Barry Ungar,
Freddie Wadling,
The Motions,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Stetsasonic,
Terrestrial Tones,
New Order,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Roxette,
Todd Rundgren,
Neu!,
Lalann,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Residents,
Absolute Body Control,
Television Personalities,
The Mojo Men,
Delta 5,
Rekid,
Das Ding,
FM Einheit,
Sun City Girls,
The Flesh Eaters,
8 Eyed Spy,
Q and Not U,
Marmalade,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Grass Roots,
Wolf Eyes,
Ossler,
Pole,
Juan Atkins,
Sexual Harrassment,
Maleditus Sound,
Sex Pistols,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Accadde A,
Davy DMX,
Stiv Bators,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pharoah Sanders,
Peter and Kerry,
Joyce Sims,
Andrew Hill,
Soul Sonic Force,
Nico,
John Cale,
Minutemen,
Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor.
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.