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 East Timor and from Manchester.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 arpeggiator 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 Fire Engines to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 UT. All the underground hits.
All FM Einheit tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dawn Penn record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Althea and Donna record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boogie Down Productions,
The Monks,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sun Ra,
Deadbeat,
The Searchers,
Althea and Donna,
Electric Prunes,
Ornette Coleman,
Visage,
Tom Boy,
ABC,
Eric Copeland,
Hardrive,
X-Ray Spex,
Ten City,
Soulsonic Force,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Agitation Free,
Chris & Cosey,
John Coltrane,
Hot Snakes,
Toni Rubio,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Das Ding,
Gerry Rafferty,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Charles Mingus,
Outsiders,
James White and The Blacks,
The Barracudas,
Rod Modell,
The Mojo Men,
Mr. Review,
These Immortal Souls,
Rites of Spring,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
E-Dancer,
Groovy Waters,
Khruangbin,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Kurtis Blow,
Matthew Bourne,
The Doobie Brothers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Todd Rundgren,
Ken Boothe,
Young Marble Giants,
Rekid,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bluetip,
The Smiths,
Franke,
The Angels of Light,
Circle Jerks,
Brick,
Stereo Dub,
Magma,
Saccharine Trust,
Tubeway Army,
Janne Schatter,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes.
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.