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 Germany and from Spokane.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 rhodes 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 H. Thieme to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sparks. All the underground hits.
All Scan 7 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radio Birdman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fad Gadget,
Royal Trux,
Q and Not U,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Intrusion,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Supertramp,
the Normal,
The Slits,
Graham Central Station,
Jeff Lynne,
Harry Pussy,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Fat Boys,
The Last Poets,
Wally Richardson,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Tubeway Army,
Iggy Pop,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ornette Coleman,
Camberwell Now,
Ronan,
48th St. Collective,
The Motions,
Wings,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Marmalade,
Anthony Braxton,
The Busters,
Mark Hollis,
Big Daddy Kane,
June of 44,
Josef K,
Cybotron,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lalo Schifrin,
Aloha Tigers,
UT,
Erykah Badu,
Deepchord,
Nick Fraelich,
Babytalk,
Simply Red,
Quantec,
Jacques Brel,
Curtis Mayfield,
Dark Day,
Scion,
The Tremeloes,
Half Japanese,
The American Breed,
Motorama,
Boogie Down Productions,
Crime,
The Standells,
Underground Resistance,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
John Cale,
Oneida,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman.
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.