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 Italy and from Tehran.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 sitar 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 Hasil Adkins to the jazz 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 John Foxx. All the underground hits.
All Cabaret Voltaire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James White and The Blacks 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glenn Branca,
Amazonics,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Scion,
Alphaville,
kango's stein massive,
Cameo,
Basic Channel,
Joyce Sims,
Au Pairs,
Iggy Pop,
Black Bananas,
Sun Ra,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Funkadelic,
Negative Approach,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Visage,
The Index,
Ultravox,
Jeff Lynne,
Slave,
Shoche,
Avey Tare,
Sarah Menescal,
Grauzone,
Subhumans,
Monks,
Mark Hollis,
The Martian,
Godley & Creme,
The Standells,
Idris Muhammad,
The Detroit Cobras,
10cc,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
X-101,
Japan,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Modern Lovers,
Todd Rundgren,
Drexciya,
The Slackers,
The Selecter,
the Association,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ronnie Foster,
Erasure,
Guru Guru,
Porter Ricks,
Monolake,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Kinks,
Nirvana,
Alton Ellis,
Excepter,
LL Cool J,
Ponytail,
The Cramps,
A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls.
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.