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 South Africa and from Stockholm.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Salvador.
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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Standells to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Kayak. All the underground hits.
All Lalo Schifrin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultra Naté record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Byron Stingily 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?
Robert Hood,
Wally Richardson,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Khruangbin,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Residents,
DJ Sneak,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Eli Mardock,
Ultimate Spinach,
Siglo XX,
Sonic Youth,
Stockholm Monsters,
Cameo,
The Invisible,
Maurizio,
Peter and Kerry,
Flash Fearless,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Kevin Saunderson,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Tom Boy,
The Shadows of Knight,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The New Christs,
Chris & Cosey,
Motorama,
Little Man,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Grass Roots,
Amon Düül,
Aural Exciters,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
48th St. Collective,
Y Pants,
Amazonics,
Sun Ra,
The Gun Club,
Todd Rundgren,
The Angels of Light,
Sandy B,
Clear Light,
Gang of Four,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Jeff Mills,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Josef K,
H. Thieme,
Peter & Gordon,
Nick Fraelich,
Suicide,
Massinfluence,
Royal Trux,
Ralphi Rosario,
Hoover,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Cure,
The Cramps,
Tubeway Army,
Groovy Waters,
The Slits, The Slits, The Slits, The Slits.
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.