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 Tuvalu and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Mumbai.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the theremin 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 June Days to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Nick Fraelich. All the underground hits.
All Tim Buckley tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Excepter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a a-ha record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul Sonic Force,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Scientists,
Moebius,
Khruangbin,
Kerri Chandler,
Faraquet,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Alarm Clocks,
the Association,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Barracudas,
Crash Course in Science,
AZ,
Public Enemy,
Jandek,
Gang of Four,
Laurel Aitken,
Ice-T,
The Happenings,
Scrapy,
48th St. Collective,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sister Nancy,
Absolute Body Control,
The Black Dice,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Suburban Knight,
Young Marble Giants,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Cure,
The Misunderstood,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Accadde A,
Quadrant,
Harry Pussy,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Monochrome Set,
Subhumans,
Average White Band,
Heaven 17,
Max Romeo,
Mad Mike,
Barclay James Harvest,
Eli Mardock,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Judy Mowatt,
Skarface,
The J.B.'s,
Deadbeat,
ABBA,
Malaria!,
The Fuzztones,
Electric Prunes,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Audionom,
Joy Division,
The Young Rascals,
Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal.
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.