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 Macedonia and from Mexico City.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Edmonton.
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 marimba 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 Lower 48 to the techno 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 Section 25. All the underground hits.
All Guru Guru tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every kango's stein massive 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chrome 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?
Gerry Rafferty,
Alison Limerick,
FM Einheit,
Technova,
Marmalade,
Byron Stingily,
Robert Hood,
Fatback Band,
Max Romeo,
Severed Heads,
Neu!,
Bobby Womack,
Sound Behaviour,
Intrusion,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Moss Icon,
Jeff Lynne,
Magazine,
Cymande,
Panda Bear,
Stetsasonic,
Oneida,
Banda Bassotti,
Stockholm Monsters,
Eric Dolphy,
Jacques Brel,
Crash Course in Science,
Mr. Review,
Eli Mardock,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Joyce Sims,
Swell Maps,
Henry Cow,
Mantronix,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Pantytec,
Throbbing Gristle,
Tommy Roe,
Cybotron,
Black Pus,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sam Rivers,
Danielle Patucci,
James White and The Blacks,
Negative Approach,
Johnny Osbourne,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Blackbyrds,
Barrington Levy,
Flipper,
ABC,
Jandek,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Joey Negro,
D'Angelo,
The Selecter,
Junior Murvin,
Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes.
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.