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 Tanzania and from Lyon.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Smog to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Scratch Acid. All the underground hits.
All Pylon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Beasts of Bourbon 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobbi Humphrey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masters at Work,
The Pretty Things,
Electric Prunes,
Skriet,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Mummies,
June Days,
Depeche Mode,
Zero Boys,
Flash Fearless,
The Invisible,
Crooked Eye,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Tropical Tobacco,
Rufus Thomas,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Reuben Wilson,
Urselle,
Stiv Bators,
Erykah Badu,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Fortunes,
These Immortal Souls,
Gastr Del Sol,
Rapeman,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bang On A Can,
Gang Gang Dance,
Derrick May,
Pere Ubu,
Warsaw,
Livin' Joy,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Smiths,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Minny Pops,
The Dave Clark Five,
Guru Guru,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ponytail,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bill Near,
JFA,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Can,
Faraquet,
Eden Ahbez,
Throbbing Gristle,
Frankie Knuckles,
Country Teasers,
Roy Ayers,
Lindisfarne,
Goldenarms,
Aural Exciters,
The Modern Lovers,
Spoonie Gee,
Soft Cell,
X-102,
Dead Boys,
Glenn Branca,
Das Ding,
Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson.
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.