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 Thailand and from Stockholm.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 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 The Star Department to the punk 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 Bobbi Humphrey. All the underground hits.
All Mary Jane Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tim Buckley 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boredoms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter and Kerry,
Johnny Osbourne,
the Sonics,
Agent Orange,
The Sonics,
Jandek,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Evens,
Das Ding,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Alton Ellis,
Grauzone,
Glenn Branca,
The Dead C,
Roy Ayers,
kango's stein massive,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Marcia Griffiths,
Popol Vuh,
Henry Cow,
Sight & Sound,
Amon Düül,
The Remains,
Donny Hathaway,
Jeff Lynne,
Altered Images,
Kevin Saunderson,
Grey Daturas,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
OOIOO,
The Doors,
The Index,
L. Decosne,
Masters at Work,
Average White Band,
Arcadia,
Rosa Yemen,
The Misunderstood,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Searchers,
David Bowie,
Deepchord,
Tubeway Army,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pylon,
Lakeside,
Maurizio,
JFA,
Lindisfarne,
Rod Modell,
Wings,
Andrew Hill,
Oneida,
Johnny Clarke,
Rites of Spring,
Hardrive,
CMW,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ohio Players,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Smiths,
The Selecter,
The Raincoats,
Brick, Brick, Brick, Brick.
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.