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 United Kingdom and from Paris.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Columbus.
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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 10cc to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Black Moon. All the underground hits.
All Carl Craig tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ornette Coleman 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Buckinghams record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faraquet,
The Red Krayola,
Drexciya,
Gabor Szabo,
Faust,
Skarface,
The Mummies,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Stooges,
Visage,
Juan Atkins,
The Slits,
The Mojo Men,
Patti Smith,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bootsy Collins,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Blackbyrds,
David Axelrod,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Cal Tjader,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gang of Four,
Excepter,
Janne Schatter,
Von Mondo,
Throbbing Gristle,
Rhythm & Sound,
Robert Hood,
Blossom Toes,
X-101,
Sparks,
the Soft Cell,
David McCallum,
The Human League,
Mad Mike,
Terrestrial Tones,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Donald Byrd,
The Velvet Underground,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Cure,
Barry Ungar,
Minnie Riperton,
Au Pairs,
Bobby Sherman,
Soul II Soul,
Joy Division,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Supertramp,
Kaleidoscope,
Joey Negro,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Man Eating Sloth,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ice-T,
Al Stewart,
Pierre Henry,
The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain.
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.