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 Ivory Coast and from Lyon.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 chamberlin 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 Grey Daturas to the techno 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 Tropical Tobacco. All the underground hits.
All One Last Wish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Mills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Susan Cadogan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Eating Sloth,
Rapeman,
Intrusion,
Jimmy McGriff,
Monolake,
Yellowson,
Don Cherry,
Dave Gahan,
Panda Bear,
Agent Orange,
Main Source,
Bootsy Collins,
Glenn Branca,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Gun Club,
Neil Young,
Jerry's Kids,
Todd Rundgren,
Marc Almond,
The Associates,
Eric Copeland,
World's Most,
Animal Collective,
Mars,
Lebanon Hanover,
Chris & Cosey,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Barracudas,
Henry Cow,
Deakin,
Pet Shop Boys,
Swans,
Aswad,
Agitation Free,
Tres Demented,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Procol Harum,
Cymande,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Duran Duran,
Suicide,
Idris Muhammad,
DJ Sneak,
The Victims,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sandy B,
Eurythmics,
Pole,
Flipper,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Rakim,
Ken Boothe,
Reuben Wilson,
Flash Fearless,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Music Machine,
Cameo,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Residents,
Easy Going,
Max Romeo,
Joy Division,
The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros.
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.