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 Angola and from Portland.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 marimba 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 Alison Limerick to the rock 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))). All the underground hits.
All Chris Corsano tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Near record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a E-Dancer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
FM Einheit,
Nils Olav,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Leaves,
The Barracudas,
The Selecter,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Y Pants,
Peter & Gordon,
John Lydon,
Fatback Band,
Pet Shop Boys,
Vainqueur,
Radio Birdman,
Surgeon,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Amon Düül,
Section 25,
Porter Ricks,
Marvin Gaye,
Lyres,
Delon & Dalcan,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sixth Finger,
Judy Mowatt,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Crime,
Second Layer,
Steve Hackett,
David Bowie,
DJ Sneak,
Juan Atkins,
June Days,
Ten City,
Cal Tjader,
X-101,
Khruangbin,
Skarface,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Durutti Column,
Avey Tare,
The Misunderstood,
Stetsasonic,
Tres Demented,
Basic Channel,
kango's stein massive,
Hoover,
Altered Images,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Associates,
The Angels of Light,
X-102,
Outsiders,
Jacob Miller,
Pierre Henry,
Ornette Coleman,
John Foxx,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Grass Roots,
The Residents,
Neu!,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry.
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.