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 Tajikistan and from Lille.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Pet Shop Boys to the funk 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 X-101. All the underground hits.
All Erasure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slave record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Busters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Techniques,
Soul II Soul,
Arthur Verocai,
Niagra,
Barrington Levy,
the Germs,
Danielle Patucci,
Janne Schatter,
Panda Bear,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Remains,
the Normal,
Ludus,
Connie Case,
Pussy Galore,
The Barracudas,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ultravox,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Country Teasers,
Second Layer,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
A Certain Ratio,
In Retrospect,
Heaven 17,
The Toasters,
Sun City Girls,
Archie Shepp,
Pylon,
Chrome,
The Cosmic Jokers,
ABC,
Suicide,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Dennis Brown,
The Monochrome Set,
Lindisfarne,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Pere Ubu,
Harry Pussy,
AZ,
The Gories,
Stereo Dub,
The United States of America,
Amon Düül,
DNA,
Bill Wells,
L. Decosne,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Urselle,
Warsaw,
Subhumans,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Intrusion,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Duran Duran,
Echospace,
The Stooges,
Wally Richardson,
Funkadelic,
Rosa Yemen,
Quantec, Quantec, Quantec, Quantec.
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.