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 Colombia and from Copenhagen.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 clarinet 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 The Velvet Underground to the grunge 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 Gastr Del Sol. All the underground hits.
All Whodini tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Judy Mowatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Underground Resistance,
Outsiders,
Motorama,
The Cramps,
Qualms,
Gang of Four,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Mark Hollis,
Tears for Fears,
Cecil Taylor,
Sun City Girls,
The United States of America,
Joy Division,
a-ha,
Lee Hazlewood,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Terrestrial Tones,
R.M.O.,
Freddie Wadling,
Camouflage,
The Dead C,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Pulsallama,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
This Heat,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Hardrive,
Black Bananas,
Carl Craig,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Procol Harum,
Mad Mike,
Hot Snakes,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Circle Jerks,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Unwound,
Clear Light,
The Dave Clark Five,
Glambeats Corp.,
James White and The Blacks,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
These Immortal Souls,
Bill Near,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Standells,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Durutti Column,
Brass Construction,
Duran Duran,
Crispian St. Peters,
Rekid,
Todd Rundgren,
Accadde A,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Rites of Spring,
Tommy Roe,
The Black Dice,
Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes.
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.