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 Pakistan and from Woodstock.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 Flipper to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Depeche Mode. All the underground hits.
All Eve St. Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Copeland 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Procol Harum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zero Boys,
Nas,
Mission of Burma,
X-Ray Spex,
Wally Richardson,
Nils Olav,
Thompson Twins,
Rotary Connection,
Severed Heads,
Blossom Toes,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bluetip,
The Moody Blues,
Simply Red,
The Gladiators,
Connie Case,
Oblivians,
Bootsy Collins,
Outsiders,
Bobby Byrd,
Terry Callier,
The Gun Club,
The Five Americans,
Arcadia,
Q65,
UT,
Altered Images,
Trumans Water,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Kas Product,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Funky Four + One,
E-Dancer,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Index,
Arab on Radar,
Moby Grape,
Aaron Thompson,
Rod Modell,
Faraquet,
The Move,
Andrew Hill,
Schoolly D,
Scientists,
Steve Hackett,
Franke,
The Toasters,
The Barracudas,
Beasts of Bourbon,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Sound,
48th St. Collective,
Nation of Ulysses,
Organ,
EPMD,
Traffic Nightmare,
Alison Limerick,
Pagans,
Joensuu 1685,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
A Flock of Seagulls,
DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak.
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.