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 Ireland and from Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 synthesizer 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 Sex Pistols to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Dark Day. All the underground hits.
All Bronski Beat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scientists record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Fania All-Stars,
Robert Hood,
10cc,
The Sound,
Roy Ayers,
Pet Shop Boys,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Freddie Wadling,
Arthur Verocai,
Shoche,
The Pop Group,
Skaos,
Theoretical Girls,
Lebanon Hanover,
Cal Tjader,
Severed Heads,
Barrington Levy,
Terry Callier,
Ultimate Spinach,
Joy Division,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Grass Roots,
The Slackers,
Sister Nancy,
The Cramps,
Eric B and Rakim,
Aural Exciters,
Scion,
Alphaville,
Godley & Creme,
Shuggie Otis,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Althea and Donna,
Loose Ends,
Khruangbin,
Peter and Kerry,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Walker Brothers,
The Music Machine,
Tim Buckley,
Urselle,
Boredoms,
Porter Ricks,
La Düsseldorf,
The Stooges,
The Buckinghams,
Pierre Henry,
The Neon Judgement,
Oblivians,
These Immortal Souls,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Fuzztones,
Ludus,
In Retrospect,
Hardrive,
Eurythmics,
Slick Rick,
Gang of Four,
The Litter,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Jandek, Jandek, Jandek, Jandek.
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.