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 Moldova and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the 808 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 Infiniti to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Wally Richardson. All the underground hits.
All Tubeway Army tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Angels of Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nation of Ulysses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Human League,
Nick Fraelich,
Neu!,
Barbara Tucker,
Marc Almond,
The Birthday Party,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Radiopuhelimet,
Liliput,
Niagra,
The Count Five,
The Doors,
A Certain Ratio,
Don Cherry,
Toni Rubio,
Interpol,
The Moody Blues,
F. McDonald,
Pantaleimon,
Warren Ellis,
Fad Gadget,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Techniques,
John Coltrane,
kango's stein massive,
Tommy Roe,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
ABC,
Sex Pistols,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Quando Quango,
Gabor Szabo,
Surgeon,
Henry Cow,
Skriet,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Kurtis Blow,
Model 500,
Bill Wells,
Nas,
The Tremeloes,
Sexual Harrassment,
Groovy Waters,
Moby Grape,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Kayak,
China Crisis,
Aloha Tigers,
Faust,
Dual Sessions,
The Skatalites,
Bauhaus,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Althea and Donna,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Alarm Clocks,
Eden Ahbez,
Jandek,
Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs.
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.