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 Philippines and from Cairo.
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 Beijing and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 sitar 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 Tropical Tobacco to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Fifty Foot Hose. All the underground hits.
All Gregory Isaacs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Royal Family And The Poor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Richard Hell and the Voidoids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet 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 Happenings,
Surgeon,
Agitation Free,
Kool Moe Dee,
Arcadia,
Quantec,
Excepter,
Sight & Sound,
Half Japanese,
Index,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Roy Ayers,
The Toasters,
MDC,
Kayak,
8 Eyed Spy,
Heaven 17,
Susan Cadogan,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Terrestrial Tones,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
A Certain Ratio,
Robert Hood,
Tommy Roe,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Swell Maps,
The Dead C,
X-101,
The New Christs,
The Alarm Clocks,
Kaleidoscope,
The Smoke,
F. McDonald,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Cure,
Andrew Hill,
Yazoo,
H. Thieme,
Joensuu 1685,
Traffic Nightmare,
Jacob Miller,
Talk Talk,
James White and The Blacks,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Barclay James Harvest,
Tomorrow,
Albert Ayler,
Steve Hackett,
Morten Harket,
Quadrant,
Sam Rivers,
Delon & Dalcan,
Faust,
The Detroit Cobras,
Barrington Levy,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lyres,
Duran Duran,
Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav.
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.