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 Andorra and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 snare 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 Youth Brigade to the electroclash 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 Slits. All the underground hits.
All Alice Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every One Last Wish 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deadbeat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young,
Pole,
Ultimate Spinach,
Alice Coltrane,
The Cowsills,
The Searchers,
Ornette Coleman,
Sixth Finger,
Wolf Eyes,
Masters at Work,
Jawbox,
Kaleidoscope,
Siglo XX,
Roxy Music,
Eddi Front,
The Selecter,
Skarface,
The Zeros,
New Age Steppers,
The Busters,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gong,
Angry Samoans,
New York Dolls,
MDC,
Lebanon Hanover,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Standells,
Sun City Girls,
Cluster,
Stockholm Monsters,
Donald Byrd,
Rekid,
Kurtis Blow,
Jeru the Damaja,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lalo Schifrin,
Dark Day,
Popol Vuh,
Excepter,
Yellowson,
Babytalk,
The Fall,
Bang On A Can,
Nirvana,
Cameo,
Joe Smooth,
Trumans Water,
Brick,
X-Ray Spex,
Darondo,
The Velvet Underground,
Unwound,
Maleditus Sound,
Sällskapet,
R.M.O.,
The Moody Blues,
the Slits,
The Modern Lovers,
Althea and Donna,
Crooked Eye,
The Alarm Clocks,
Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci.
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.