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 Mexico City.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Ornette Coleman to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Barry Ungar. All the underground hits.
All OOIOO tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Rundgren record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nirvana,
Simply Red,
Bauhaus,
The Dirtbombs,
Andrew Hill,
Sister Nancy,
Flamin' Groovies,
Arthur Verocai,
Cecil Taylor,
Brothers Johnson,
John Holt,
Scion,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Victims,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Harpers Bizarre,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Make Up,
Ponytail,
Junior Murvin,
Vladislav Delay,
The Modern Lovers,
Theoretical Girls,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Index,
PIL,
Matthew Halsall,
DJ Style,
The Beau Brummels,
Model 500,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Tremeloes,
Boredoms,
Vainqueur,
Gastr Del Sol,
Saccharine Trust,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Chrome,
Dorothy Ashby,
Shoche,
Frankie Knuckles,
Spandau Ballet,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Mission of Burma,
June Days,
The Toasters,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bill Wells,
Wolf Eyes,
Moebius,
Gang Green,
EPMD,
Tears for Fears,
Boogie Down Productions,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Hot Snakes,
Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff.
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.