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 Mauritania and from Manila.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Brass Construction to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Gabor Szabo. All the underground hits.
All UT tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fela Kuti,
MC5,
Roy Ayers,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Iggy Pop,
Pere Ubu,
Magma,
Albert Ayler,
China Crisis,
ABC,
Average White Band,
Girls At Our Best!,
a-ha,
Y Pants,
Surgeon,
Traffic Nightmare,
Grandmaster Flash,
Television,
Matthew Bourne,
Tubeway Army,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Pulsallama,
The Durutti Column,
Dark Day,
Ultimate Spinach,
Scientists,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lee Hazlewood,
Depeche Mode,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Livin' Joy,
Soft Cell,
The United States of America,
Blake Baxter,
The Modern Lovers,
F. McDonald,
Crash Course in Science,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Cybotron,
Faust,
Minny Pops,
Radio Birdman,
The Fugs,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Technova,
Minutemen,
Cluster,
Reagan Youth,
the Bar-Kays,
Pagans,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Main Source,
This Heat,
The Happenings,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Cure,
Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock.
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.