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 Portugal 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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 güiro 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 Stockholm Monsters to the techno 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 Roxy Music. All the underground hits.
All Gastr Del Sol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blake Baxter 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 '70s 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 The Cramps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bauhaus,
Panda Bear,
Rosa Yemen,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Birthday Party,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
the Human League,
10cc,
Scion,
Index,
The Busters,
Royal Trux,
Soft Machine,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Outsiders,
The Dirtbombs,
the Slits,
Amazonics,
Television,
Arthur Verocai,
The United States of America,
Black Sheep,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Symarip,
Radiopuhelimet,
Terrestrial Tones,
CMW,
Make Up,
Todd Rundgren,
Sexual Harrassment,
Quadrant,
Heaven 17,
Dawn Penn,
Half Japanese,
Banda Bassotti,
Warsaw,
Terry Callier,
Idris Muhammad,
The Five Americans,
Connie Case,
Boogie Down Productions,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Residents,
Delta 5,
Lucky Dragons,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Soft Cell,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Vogues,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Litter,
Girls At Our Best!,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Tres Demented,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Funkadelic,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Radio Birdman,
Fad Gadget,
Ronnie Foster,
Slick Rick,
Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock.
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.