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 Guinea and from Tehran.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Lille.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Skarface to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Fuzztones. All the underground hits.
All Charles Mingus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Au Pairs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Normal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Monolake,
Soulsonic Force,
Sugar Minott,
Colin Newman,
X-101,
Wolf Eyes,
Guru Guru,
The Count Five,
The Divine Comedy,
The Human League,
Nick Fraelich,
Nation of Ulysses,
Suicide,
Moby Grape,
Arcadia,
Marc Almond,
the Germs,
Japan,
Lyres,
Matthew Halsall,
The Walker Brothers,
AZ,
The Red Krayola,
Hasil Adkins,
Rosa Yemen,
The Evens,
Magazine,
Kerri Chandler,
Man Parrish,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
K-Klass,
Oneida,
Jandek,
Public Image Ltd.,
Nils Olav,
The Techniques,
Los Fastidios,
Severed Heads,
Avey Tare,
Andrew Hill,
The Moody Blues,
The Dirtbombs,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Erasure,
Althea and Donna,
Traffic Nightmare,
Laurel Aitken,
Sarah Menescal,
Gang Green,
Goldenarms,
Fugazi,
Sparks,
Steve Hackett,
Pantaleimon,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside.
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.