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 Bahrain and from Edmonton.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and New York.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 June Days to the crunk 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 Neil Young. All the underground hits.
All Negative Approach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Beau Brummels record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hardrive,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Tomorrow,
Funkadelic,
Vainqueur,
Matthew Bourne,
Al Stewart,
Donald Byrd,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Young Rascals,
Yellowson,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Toni Rubio,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Procol Harum,
Lalo Schifrin,
Faust,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Wally Richardson,
Groovy Waters,
The Fire Engines,
Eve St. Jones,
In Retrospect,
Oblivians,
The Toasters,
Youth Brigade,
Sällskapet,
Lou Christie,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Skarface,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Tropical Tobacco,
Warsaw,
Fear,
Mr. Review,
Massinfluence,
The Blues Magoos,
Mo-Dettes,
Flipper,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Pantytec,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Symarip,
Brick,
Wings,
the Germs,
Bobby Byrd,
Joensuu 1685,
Avey Tare,
The J.B.'s,
Audionom,
The Slackers,
Boz Scaggs,
Donny Hathaway,
Sarah Menescal,
Stiv Bators,
Deadbeat,
Sonic Youth,
Y Pants,
Technova,
kango's stein massive,
Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket.
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.