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 Chile and from Shanghai.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Michael McDonald 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 Section 25 to the rock 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 The Sonics. All the underground hits.
All The Saints tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cecil Taylor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Josef K record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Supertramp,
Todd Terry,
Matthew Bourne,
Intrusion,
Lalann,
Excepter,
Monolake,
Oblivians,
Cluster,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Magma,
Terry Callier,
kango's stein massive,
Spandau Ballet,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Eve St. Jones,
The Barracudas,
Au Pairs,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Tears for Fears,
X-Ray Spex,
Cybotron,
Joyce Sims,
Ponytail,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Cal Tjader,
Unwound,
Sound Behaviour,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The J.B.'s,
Slave,
Sonic Youth,
Dave Gahan,
Bill Wells,
Alton Ellis,
Mad Mike,
Bizarre Inc.,
Carl Craig,
Eric Dolphy,
Robert Görl,
Sugar Minott,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Modern Lovers,
World's Most,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Motorama,
The Wake,
Young Marble Giants,
China Crisis,
AZ,
Lyres,
Model 500,
Black Moon,
Brass Construction,
Frankie Knuckles,
Glenn Branca,
Cheater Slicks,
Wasted Youth,
The Moleskins,
The Fall, The Fall, The Fall, The Fall.
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.