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 Macedonia and from Calgary.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Easy Going to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Infiniti. All the underground hits.
All Bobbi Humphrey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joey Negro record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Hill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faust,
Mr. Review,
Hardrive,
The Cowsills,
Peter and Kerry,
Arab on Radar,
Jeff Lynne,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sixth Finger,
Joensuu 1685,
Man Parrish,
The Doobie Brothers,
Neil Young,
Black Pus,
Agitation Free,
Tropical Tobacco,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Unwound,
Marvin Gaye,
The Saints,
The Walker Brothers,
48th St. Collective,
Metal Thangz,
Michelle Simonal,
One Last Wish,
B.T. Express,
The Gun Club,
Angry Samoans,
John Cale,
Sparks,
Al Stewart,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ultra Naté,
Amazonics,
The Slits,
Soul II Soul,
Depeche Mode,
Neu!,
Harpers Bizarre,
Davy DMX,
The Kinks,
Harry Pussy,
Minny Pops,
Suburban Knight,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Vainqueur,
Drexciya,
Easy Going,
Minutemen,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Modern Lovers,
Derrick May,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Slackers,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Pantaleimon,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Freddie Wadling,
Zero Boys,
The Moody Blues,
Brand Nubian,
Robert Görl,
Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike.
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.