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 Paraguay and from Houston.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 marimba 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 Joensuu 1685 to the punk 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 Saccharine Trust. All the underground hits.
All Ohio Players tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fifty Foot Hose record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Massinfluence record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun City Girls,
Robert Wyatt,
Donny Hathaway,
Alton Ellis,
Gichy Dan,
X-102,
Bluetip,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Pet Shop Boys,
kango's stein massive,
Kool Moe Dee,
June of 44,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Marine Girls,
Avey Tare,
Byron Stingily,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Duran Duran,
F. McDonald,
Agitation Free,
Rosa Yemen,
Ossler,
Thompson Twins,
Blake Baxter,
Nik Kershaw,
The Raincoats,
X-101,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Radiopuhelimet,
Mantronix,
Spoonie Gee,
Maurizio,
KRS-One,
The Golliwogs,
Amazonics,
The Misunderstood,
Eli Mardock,
Bill Wells,
Wire,
Brand Nubian,
Theoretical Girls,
Barry Ungar,
Section 25,
Brick,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Leaves,
the Slits,
Nils Olav,
The Slackers,
Altered Images,
Warsaw,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Gap Band,
Minny Pops,
Fatback Band,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Durutti Column,
Nico,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey.
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.