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 Bulgaria and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Bologna.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Gerry Rafferty to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Nirvana. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cheater Slicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terry Callier record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Motions,
Bobby Byrd,
Carl Craig,
Nik Kershaw,
Royal Trux,
Subhumans,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ultimate Spinach,
New Order,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Invisible,
Loose Ends,
John Lydon,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Los Fastidios,
Inner City,
Warsaw,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lungfish,
X-101,
Adolescents,
The New Christs,
Goldenarms,
The Happenings,
The Busters,
Kurtis Blow,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Theoretical Girls,
Unwound,
Easy Going,
Banda Bassotti,
Robert Hood,
8 Eyed Spy,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sister Nancy,
Pole,
New York Dolls,
Crooked Eye,
the Normal,
Brick,
Sun City Girls,
Don Cherry,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bobby Womack,
One Last Wish,
Lower 48,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Moody Blues,
Charles Mingus,
The Sound,
Livin' Joy,
Lindisfarne,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Motorama,
Nirvana,
Mo-Dettes,
Unrelated Segments,
Ronan, Ronan, Ronan, Ronan.
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.