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 Tunisia and from Bologna.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Michael McDonald 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 Nation of Ulysses to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Todd Terry. All the underground hits.
All One Last Wish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Fania All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Richard Hell and the Voidoids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Warsaw,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Eric Dolphy,
Al Stewart,
Alison Limerick,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Joe Finger,
Scan 7,
Severed Heads,
Brothers Johnson,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Matthew Halsall,
Joensuu 1685,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
John Cale,
the Germs,
Supertramp,
The Tremeloes,
June Days,
The Cure,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Glambeats Corp.,
ABC,
Kayak,
Half Japanese,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Smiths,
Crispy Ambulance,
Kenny Larkin,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ituana,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Television Personalities,
David McCallum,
Eve St. Jones,
June of 44,
Circle Jerks,
Babytalk,
Hoover,
Sonny Sharrock,
Roy Ayers,
Jandek,
Easy Going,
Can,
The Offenders,
Barry Ungar,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lalann,
Blancmange,
Ash Ra Tempel,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Pretty Things,
48th St. Collective,
The Toasters,
Pantytec,
Technova,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lakeside,
Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis.
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.