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 Haiti and from Beijing.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Woodstock.
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 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 Michael McDonald 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 June Days to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Banda Bassotti. All the underground hits.
All Selector Dub Narcotic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sight & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Star Department record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
E-Dancer,
Lindisfarne,
The Residents,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Todd Rundgren,
Chrome,
Roy Ayers,
Desert Stars,
The Last Poets,
a-ha,
Television Personalities,
Eli Mardock,
Warren Ellis,
The Divine Comedy,
Eddi Front,
Urselle,
Bluetip,
The Raincoats,
The Motions,
The Mummies,
Robert Görl,
Mad Mike,
Davy DMX,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
James White and The Blacks,
Cecil Taylor,
Mark Hollis,
Saccharine Trust,
The Fire Engines,
Can,
Ituana,
Fluxion,
Crispy Ambulance,
Mr. Review,
Babytalk,
Ronnie Foster,
June Days,
Schoolly D,
Flipper,
The Golliwogs,
Parry Music,
ABBA,
Soulsonic Force,
Das Ding,
The Offenders,
Ornette Coleman,
Warsaw,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Techniques,
Ultimate Spinach,
Blancmange,
Rufus Thomas,
Reagan Youth,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Moby Grape,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Blues Magoos,
Deakin,
Arthur Verocai,
CMW,
Technova,
Index,
The Pop Group,
Hoover, Hoover, Hoover, Hoover.
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.