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 Marshall Islands and from Lyon.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Electric Light Orchestra to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic. All the underground hits.
All Joe Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ten City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Smog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June Days,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Dawn Penn,
Jacques Brel,
The Dirtbombs,
Sonic Youth,
Gang of Four,
Scrapy,
the Soft Cell,
In Retrospect,
Alton Ellis,
Arcadia,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sarah Menescal,
Laurel Aitken,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Michelle Simonal,
Japan,
The Mojo Men,
The Young Rascals,
Pulsallama,
Porter Ricks,
cv313,
Pylon,
The Human League,
Kayak,
the Slits,
Sun City Girls,
Marmalade,
The Sonics,
Eric Copeland,
Fatback Band,
Bobby Sherman,
Mandrill,
New York Dolls,
The Red Krayola,
Slick Rick,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
T. Rex,
The Beau Brummels,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
F. McDonald,
Aural Exciters,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Slave,
The Martian,
Saccharine Trust,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lou Christie,
Rhythm & Sound,
Pere Ubu,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Colin Newman,
Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads.
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.