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 Kazakhstan and from Halifax.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the linndrum 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 New Order 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 Quadrant. All the underground hits.
All Crime tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kevin Saunderson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T. Rex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jandek,
Donald Byrd,
Bobby Sherman,
Circle Jerks,
The J.B.'s,
Mandrill,
The Young Rascals,
Ponytail,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Royal Trux,
Zero Boys,
Peter and Kerry,
Scan 7,
Cybotron,
X-Ray Spex,
Ken Boothe,
MDC,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Shoche,
The Residents,
Sällskapet,
the Human League,
Robert Hood,
Symarip,
Banda Bassotti,
The Happenings,
Infiniti,
Icehouse,
Funky Four + One,
Alphaville,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Piero Umiliani,
Fugazi,
The Pretty Things,
Average White Band,
The Cramps,
Juan Atkins,
Aswad,
June Days,
Delta 5,
Ralphi Rosario,
Pantytec,
Jawbox,
Gabor Szabo,
Nick Fraelich,
Urselle,
Barrington Levy,
Barclay James Harvest,
Boz Scaggs,
Oneida,
Ossler,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Trumans Water,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Q65,
Make Up,
Fat Boys,
Von Mondo,
Kerrie Biddell,
Theoretical Girls,
Monolake,
Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust.
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.