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 Canada and from Seoul.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity to the rock 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 Spandau Ballet. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skaos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
8 Eyed Spy,
Amon Düül,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Television Personalities,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ten City,
Suicide,
Adolescents,
The Blues Magoos,
Ultra Naté,
Brand Nubian,
Robert Görl,
John Cale,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Human League,
Lebanon Hanover,
Freddie Wadling,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Altered Images,
Mission of Burma,
Jandek,
Sarah Menescal,
Essential Logic,
The Red Krayola,
Sam Rivers,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Offenders,
Ice-T,
Black Moon,
The Sonics,
Section 25,
Leonard Cohen,
The Angels of Light,
B.T. Express,
Lindisfarne,
Dawn Penn,
Excepter,
New Order,
Ornette Coleman,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Joey Negro,
Blossom Toes,
Newcleus,
Neu!,
Jacques Brel,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Grandmaster Flash,
Hoover,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
the Human League,
Marine Girls,
Nils Olav,
Faust,
Michelle Simonal,
Davy DMX,
The Alarm Clocks,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Alison Limerick,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans.
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.