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 Zambia and from New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Colin Newman. All the underground hits.
All Charles Mingus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reagan Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kenny Larkin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Robert Hood,
Scan 7,
The Human League,
U.S. Maple,
Lebanon Hanover,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Detroit Cobras,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Yazoo,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Walker Brothers,
Gang of Four,
Joey Negro,
The Blackbyrds,
Piero Umiliani,
Little Man,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Pagans,
Scott Walker,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Eddi Front,
Maurizio,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Sound,
Bob Dylan,
Ituana,
Kayak,
Lou Reed,
Max Romeo,
Soft Cell,
Livin' Joy,
Shoche,
The Alarm Clocks,
Surgeon,
Iggy Pop,
Mad Mike,
Bootsy Collins,
Gang Green,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Cal Tjader,
Nick Fraelich,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Chrome,
Mars,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Amon Düül,
T. Rex,
Traffic Nightmare,
Mark Hollis,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gichy Dan,
Spoonie Gee,
The Saints,
The Dead C,
Tommy Roe,
the Swans,
Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet.
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.