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 Austria and from Hong Kong.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Jakarta.
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 marimba 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 Crispian St. Peters 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 Television. All the underground hits.
All Blancmange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rosa Yemen 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultimate Spinach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Evens,
Von Mondo,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Monochrome Set,
Metal Thangz,
Gang Green,
Robert Hood,
Quando Quango,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Nils Olav,
Janne Schatter,
Barbara Tucker,
The Count Five,
Scratch Acid,
Wasted Youth,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Silicon Teens,
the Association,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Last Poets,
Symarip,
Cal Tjader,
Iggy Pop,
The Tremeloes,
Young Marble Giants,
Throbbing Gristle,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Remains,
Spoonie Gee,
New Age Steppers,
Arthur Verocai,
Godley & Creme,
The Fugs,
Underground Resistance,
Soul Sonic Force,
Hardrive,
Kevin Saunderson,
Fad Gadget,
The Vogues,
Wolf Eyes,
Arab on Radar,
The United States of America,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Raincoats,
Max Romeo,
Moby Grape,
Andrew Hill,
The Smiths,
David Bowie,
Ultimate Spinach,
Barry Ungar,
Section 25,
Livin' Joy,
Lou Reed,
Tears for Fears,
The Index,
Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff.
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.