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 Bhutan and from Mumbai.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 clarinet 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 Tim Buckley to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Faust. All the underground hits.
All Terrestrial Tones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joensuu 1685 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boz Scaggs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warsaw,
Marshall Jefferson,
Joe Finger,
Malaria!,
Spandau Ballet,
June of 44,
Terrestrial Tones,
Section 25,
the Bar-Kays,
The Fire Engines,
New York Dolls,
June Days,
Max Romeo,
Scrapy,
Donald Byrd,
Lucky Dragons,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Visage,
Alice Coltrane,
ABBA,
The Dave Clark Five,
Chris & Cosey,
Panda Bear,
The Dead C,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lebanon Hanover,
10cc,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
UT,
Swans,
Ituana,
Echospace,
Icehouse,
Underground Resistance,
Aaron Thompson,
The Gun Club,
Maurizio,
Arthur Verocai,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Toasters,
Vladislav Delay,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Fortunes,
The Pop Group,
The Fall,
ABC,
Eve St. Jones,
The Golliwogs,
KRS-One,
Aural Exciters,
Shuggie Otis,
Depeche Mode,
Sandy B,
PIL,
Amazonics,
Godley & Creme,
Dawn Penn,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell.
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.