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 Afghanistan and from Cairo.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 oboe 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 Echospace to the funk 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 Drexciya. All the underground hits.
All Outsiders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Traffic Nightmare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blake Baxter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter and Kerry,
K-Klass,
Kayak,
T. Rex,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bobby Womack,
Cymande,
Frankie Knuckles,
Alice Coltrane,
The Dirtbombs,
Judy Mowatt,
The Fall,
Graham Central Station,
Roger Hodgson,
The Birthday Party,
the Bar-Kays,
Ultimate Spinach,
Girls At Our Best!,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Max Romeo,
In Retrospect,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bang On A Can,
Animal Collective,
Josef K,
The New Christs,
Simply Red,
Pantytec,
Juan Atkins,
Bronski Beat,
The Seeds,
Delta 5,
Zapp,
The Remains,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Minutemen,
Pet Shop Boys,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bad Manners,
Andrew Hill,
The Offenders,
Goldenarms,
Shuggie Otis,
Dave Gahan,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Happenings,
The Gap Band,
The Count Five,
Soul II Soul,
New York Dolls,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Cramps,
John Foxx,
Masters at Work,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Mad Mike,
Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan.
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.