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 Kosovo and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Half Japanese to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Siglo XX. All the underground hits.
All Infiniti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lebanon Hanover 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erykah Badu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxette,
The Move,
Swell Maps,
Wolf Eyes,
Nico,
The Slackers,
a-ha,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ludus,
Average White Band,
the Sonics,
Drive Like Jehu,
Rites of Spring,
Lalo Schifrin,
Cybotron,
Cheater Slicks,
Joe Finger,
Tres Demented,
Loose Ends,
Joey Negro,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lakeside,
Marc Almond,
Frankie Knuckles,
Toni Rubio,
kango's stein massive,
Man Parrish,
La Düsseldorf,
Anthony Braxton,
Eurythmics,
Eddi Front,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Buckinghams,
The Cure,
Second Layer,
Panda Bear,
Gang Gang Dance,
Yellowson,
MC5,
The Index,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Neil Young,
Depeche Mode,
Eric B and Rakim,
Skaos,
Liliput,
Graham Central Station,
Black Flag,
Gang Green,
Sonic Youth,
T. Rex,
John Coltrane,
Flamin' Groovies,
Soft Machine,
Peter & Gordon,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
John Cale,
Animal Collective,
Reuben Wilson,
Mantronix,
The Blackbyrds,
Yaz,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
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.