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 Angola and from Cairo.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Althea and Donna to the rap 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 The Moleskins. All the underground hits.
All Juan Atkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marvin Gaye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marcia Griffiths 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?
New Age Steppers,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Mars,
The Techniques,
Michelle Simonal,
Man Eating Sloth,
Pulsallama,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ponytail,
Bobby Sherman,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Amon Düül,
Moby Grape,
The Gories,
Monks,
Kool Moe Dee,
Tommy Roe,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
This Heat,
Black Sheep,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Darondo,
Funkadelic,
Ludus,
Fluxion,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Radiohead,
Simply Red,
These Immortal Souls,
Con Funk Shun,
A Certain Ratio,
The Stooges,
Pylon,
Jesper Dahlback,
Siglo XX,
Lower 48,
Tears for Fears,
Youth Brigade,
Angry Samoans,
Echospace,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Stetsasonic,
CMW,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sarah Menescal,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lindisfarne,
Camouflage,
Delon & Dalcan,
Stiv Bators,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Black Dice,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Buckinghams,
Pantaleimon,
Ossler,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Kinks,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart.
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.