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 Portugal 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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Agitation Free. All the underground hits.
All The Smoke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Green 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Christie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Rundgren,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Johnny Osbourne,
Roger Hodgson,
Symarip,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Blossom Toes,
Parry Music,
The Monochrome Set,
The Doors,
Barry Ungar,
Amon Düül II,
The Fugs,
Metal Thangz,
The Real Kids,
Ralphi Rosario,
Stereo Dub,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Cramps,
Bizarre Inc.,
Public Enemy,
Half Japanese,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ornette Coleman,
Howard Jones,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Crime,
Soulsonic Force,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Harpers Bizarre,
DJ Style,
T. Rex,
Jimmy McGriff,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sam Rivers,
LL Cool J,
Television,
Ossler,
Chris Corsano,
The Angels of Light,
Laurel Aitken,
Echospace,
Arab on Radar,
Althea and Donna,
DJ Sneak,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Rufus Thomas,
Drexciya,
Henry Cow,
Sister Nancy,
The Electric Prunes,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Stockholm Monsters,
Make Up,
Silicon Teens,
Thompson Twins,
The Red Krayola,
The Blues Magoos,
Hardrive,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Yaz,
Agent Orange,
Niagra, Niagra, Niagra, Niagra.
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.