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 Congo and from Madrid.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 marimba 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 Index to the jazz 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 Judy Mowatt. All the underground hits.
All Nik Kershaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every AZ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Little Man record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers,
Leonard Cohen,
The Gladiators,
Roxette,
Surgeon,
The Tremeloes,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Stereo Dub,
Los Fastidios,
Pere Ubu,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Cure,
Maurizio,
The Toasters,
Peter & Gordon,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Section 25,
The Standells,
Anakelly,
Derrick Morgan,
The Moody Blues,
Dave Gahan,
The Motions,
Cluster,
The Pretty Things,
Shuggie Otis,
Marvin Gaye,
Kerri Chandler,
Hot Snakes,
Drive Like Jehu,
Oblivians,
Average White Band,
K-Klass,
Electric Light Orchestra,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Offenders,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Angels of Light,
Radio Birdman,
the Sonics,
Sällskapet,
Interpol,
Aural Exciters,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Kinks,
Easy Going,
Janne Schatter,
Pharoah Sanders,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Music Machine,
The Mighty Diamonds,
8 Eyed Spy,
Dead Boys,
Glenn Branca,
Duran Duran,
Crispy Ambulance,
KRS-One,
Visage,
Agitation Free,
the Association,
F. McDonald,
Black Bananas,
Fela Kuti,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish.
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.