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 Afghanistan and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Jakarta.
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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 ABBA to the disco 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 Buzzcocks. All the underground hits.
All Bluetip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sex Pistols record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Vogues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Flag,
Hasil Adkins,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Blues Magoos,
Skarface,
The Doors,
Grauzone,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Moby Grape,
Crooked Eye,
Talk Talk,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Names,
Kayak,
The Monks,
Zero Boys,
Thee Headcoats,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lee Hazlewood,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Smog,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lindisfarne,
John Lydon,
Tropical Tobacco,
Inner City,
Gil Scott Heron,
X-102,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
D'Angelo,
Radiopuhelimet,
Wasted Youth,
Gichy Dan,
Colin Newman,
Minutemen,
Todd Terry,
Young Marble Giants,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Harry Pussy,
Tommy Roe,
Symarip,
Aaron Thompson,
Boredoms,
The Mummies,
Basic Channel,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Man Parrish,
cv313,
DJ Style,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Schoolly D,
Jawbox,
Barry Ungar,
The Knickerbockers,
The Associates,
Howard Jones,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Wake,
Alison Limerick,
Yusef Lateef,
Unwound,
Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light.
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.