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 Turkmenistan and from London.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Milan.
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 chamberlin 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 New Age Steppers to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Lou Reed & John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Dorothy Ashby tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dave Gahan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Barracudas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sex Pistols,
Mission of Burma,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Magazine,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Black Moon,
Gang Starr,
Ice-T,
Joey Negro,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Evens,
Kaleidoscope,
Dave Gahan,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Jeru the Damaja,
Rhythm & Sound,
Negative Approach,
Crispian St. Peters,
Derrick Morgan,
The Walker Brothers,
The New Christs,
Skarface,
Malaria!,
T. Rex,
the Association,
Scientists,
Funky Four + One,
Lungfish,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lalann,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Supertramp,
Marine Girls,
Ultimate Spinach,
Easy Going,
Tres Demented,
Gichy Dan,
Bobby Sherman,
Lyres,
Monolake,
Faraquet,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Young Marble Giants,
David Bowie,
Graham Central Station,
Throbbing Gristle,
cv313,
Gerry Rafferty,
Brothers Johnson,
Interpol,
Sun Ra,
E-Dancer,
Jeff Lynne,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Cowsills,
Technova,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl.
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.