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 Samoa and from Salvador.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Ohio Players to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Leonard Cohen. All the underground hits.
All Sister Nancy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funky Four + One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Outsiders 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?
Masters at Work,
Byron Stingily,
Bootsy Collins,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lou Reed,
Livin' Joy,
Lightning Bolt,
Funky Four + One,
Joe Smooth,
10cc,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Cameo,
Young Marble Giants,
Cluster,
Rosa Yemen,
Wally Richardson,
Fela Kuti,
The Detroit Cobras,
Alice Coltrane,
Chris Corsano,
Country Teasers,
Reagan Youth,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gong,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Agitation Free,
Scott Walker,
Skaos,
Flash Fearless,
The Zeros,
Sällskapet,
Wolf Eyes,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Jandek,
Bobby Sherman,
Aswad,
Popol Vuh,
The Blues Magoos,
Ice-T,
Hot Snakes,
Peter and Kerry,
Public Image Ltd.,
June of 44,
Lebanon Hanover,
Todd Rundgren,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Rhythm & Sound,
Aaron Thompson,
Marshall Jefferson,
Soft Cell,
The Vogues,
Amon Düül,
Darondo,
The Monochrome Set,
The Music Machine,
Eden Ahbez,
Au Pairs,
Tubeway Army,
The Invisible,
The Motions,
Intrusion,
The Buckinghams,
Fat Boys,
Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter.
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.