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 Tunisia and from Toronto.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Bremen.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Moby Grape to the rap 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 Drexciya. All the underground hits.
All Gerry Rafferty tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eddi Front 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 spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Manfred Mann's Earth Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faust,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Max Romeo,
Saccharine Trust,
Little Man,
Ultimate Spinach,
U.S. Maple,
Mark Hollis,
Ten City,
Toni Rubio,
Nick Fraelich,
Girls At Our Best!,
The United States of America,
Young Marble Giants,
The J.B.'s,
Lou Christie,
Carl Craig,
Motorama,
David McCallum,
Arthur Verocai,
Urselle,
Oneida,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Barrington Levy,
The Fire Engines,
Crispy Ambulance,
Soulsonic Force,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Visage,
Tres Demented,
Avey Tare,
Boogie Down Productions,
Boz Scaggs,
Excepter,
The Evens,
Hoover,
The Kinks,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Man Parrish,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Hashim,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Five Americans,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Make Up,
Gabor Szabo,
Blossom Toes,
Underground Resistance,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Detroit Cobras,
Kurtis Blow,
Smog,
Amazonics,
The Cowsills,
The Gun Club,
Rites of Spring,
K-Klass,
Massinfluence,
The Black Dice,
Gerry Rafferty,
Popol Vuh,
Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya.
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.