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 Ireland and from Edmonton.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Warsaw to the punk 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 K-Klass. All the underground hits.
All The Walker Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fortunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yaz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool Moe Dee,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Barracudas,
Flipper,
R.M.O.,
Lucky Dragons,
Frankie Knuckles,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Nirvana,
Henry Cow,
H. Thieme,
K-Klass,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Infiniti,
Vladislav Delay,
Bill Near,
Man Parrish,
Fear,
UT,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Eddi Front,
Susan Cadogan,
Saccharine Trust,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Brick,
Adolescents,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Kenny Larkin,
E-Dancer,
Unrelated Segments,
Section 25,
Country Teasers,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kevin Saunderson,
Dave Gahan,
Cecil Taylor,
Mandrill,
Connie Case,
Alphaville,
The Stooges,
Eric B and Rakim,
Swans,
John Foxx,
Max Romeo,
Kaleidoscope,
Amon Düül,
Amon Düül II,
John Cale,
Pole,
Matthew Halsall,
Stockholm Monsters,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Patti Smith,
Fad Gadget,
Easy Going,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Charles Mingus,
Scion,
Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson.
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.