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 Brunei and from Delhi.
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 Lagos and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Idris Muhammad to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Pierre Henry. All the underground hits.
All Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doobie Brothers 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mission of Burma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hoover,
Wings,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Jimmy McGriff,
Rufus Thomas,
Gang Gang Dance,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Slick Rick,
Camberwell Now,
Matthew Halsall,
Skarface,
The Velvet Underground,
Pierre Henry,
The Human League,
X-101,
Bill Near,
Deadbeat,
Chris Corsano,
Dual Sessions,
Mr. Review,
Patti Smith,
Grey Daturas,
Deakin,
The Residents,
The Shadows of Knight,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Boogie Down Productions,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Blossom Toes,
Kool Moe Dee,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Joyce Sims,
Yazoo,
Surgeon,
Leonard Cohen,
Iggy Pop,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Robert Hood,
The Gladiators,
Duran Duran,
UT,
Agent Orange,
Jacob Miller,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Graham Central Station,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ohio Players,
Drive Like Jehu,
Young Marble Giants,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Suburban Knight,
The Cure,
Dead Boys,
Warsaw,
Grauzone,
The Dave Clark Five,
Reuben Wilson,
Vainqueur,
Bluetip,
Warren Ellis,
Vladislav Delay,
Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy.
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.