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 Taiwan 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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 spring reverb 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 Livin' Joy to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Quando Quango. All the underground hits.
All Negative Approach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Graham Central Station 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cymande,
Jawbox,
Lou Christie,
Oneida,
X-102,
Sixth Finger,
Stetsasonic,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ornette Coleman,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Television Personalities,
KRS-One,
The Raincoats,
Bauhaus,
Carl Craig,
Stereo Dub,
Blossom Toes,
Jeff Lynne,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Monochrome Set,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
John Lydon,
Dave Gahan,
Nik Kershaw,
Sister Nancy,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Royal Trux,
The Stooges,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Cure,
Robert Hood,
Maurizio,
The Dave Clark Five,
Banda Bassotti,
Bill Wells,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lightning Bolt,
CMW,
Letta Mbulu,
R.M.O.,
Interpol,
Marine Girls,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Rotary Connection,
Radio Birdman,
Warren Ellis,
The Gladiators,
The Detroit Cobras,
Eli Mardock,
Vainqueur,
Rapeman,
Dorothy Ashby,
Moebius,
Tropical Tobacco,
Siglo XX,
Sexual Harrassment,
X-101,
The Gories,
Absolute Body Control,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Big Daddy Kane,
Supertramp,
The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes.
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.