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 Netherlands and from Shanghai.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 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 Joyce Sims to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Ituana. All the underground hits.
All Glambeats Corp. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unrelated Segments record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Gang Dance,
Eric Dolphy,
Jesper Dahlback,
Smog,
The Walker Brothers,
Pantytec,
Wasted Youth,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Slick Rick,
Gastr Del Sol,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Mission of Burma,
Iggy Pop,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sister Nancy,
Skarface,
Mars,
Tubeway Army,
Parry Music,
The Modern Lovers,
Suburban Knight,
Bill Near,
Tropical Tobacco,
Glambeats Corp.,
Kenny Larkin,
Swell Maps,
Kerri Chandler,
Alice Coltrane,
Tim Buckley,
Roxette,
The Zeros,
Aural Exciters,
Lou Reed,
Throbbing Gristle,
Laurel Aitken,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Move,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
China Crisis,
Moebius,
Blake Baxter,
Junior Murvin,
Absolute Body Control,
Yazoo,
Television,
Q and Not U,
Al Stewart,
Cameo,
The Misunderstood,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Con Funk Shun,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Nik Kershaw,
The Pretty Things,
Wolf Eyes,
The Cosmic Jokers,
One Last Wish,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bronski Beat,
Cal Tjader,
Man Eating Sloth,
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra.
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.