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 Bangladesh and from Accra.
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 Beijing and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 arpeggiator 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs to the disco 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 Marmalade. All the underground hits.
All Barrington Levy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Make Up record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DeepChord presents Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Certain Ratio,
Peter and Kerry,
Swell Maps,
Howard Jones,
Index,
Toni Rubio,
Sun City Girls,
Half Japanese,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Morten Harket,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sandy B,
The Beau Brummels,
Drexciya,
Drive Like Jehu,
Kas Product,
Joe Finger,
Bush Tetras,
Television,
Roger Hodgson,
The Moleskins,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Echospace,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Icehouse,
Piero Umiliani,
Dual Sessions,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Franke,
Guru Guru,
Black Sheep,
MC5,
Erasure,
The Cure,
Anthony Braxton,
James White and The Blacks,
Jeff Mills,
Smog,
The Mummies,
Desert Stars,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Offenders,
The Modern Lovers,
Robert Görl,
The Monks,
Lucky Dragons,
Pylon,
Los Fastidios,
Jeff Lynne,
Chris & Cosey,
ABC,
Hashim,
Max Romeo,
Hardrive,
Scion,
Masters at Work,
Blake Baxter,
Oneida, Oneida, Oneida, Oneida.
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.