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 Brunei and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Houston.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the snare 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 Zapp to the grime 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 A Flock of Seagulls. All the underground hits.
All Swell Maps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Theoretical Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a World's Most record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
48th St. Collective,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Pere Ubu,
Television,
Stereo Dub,
X-102,
Y Pants,
the Germs,
The Move,
Con Funk Shun,
Technova,
Todd Terry,
Jandek,
Connie Case,
Byron Stingily,
Hashim,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Metal Thangz,
Glenn Branca,
Eve St. Jones,
F. McDonald,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Nico,
Shoche,
Suicide,
The New Christs,
Subhumans,
Ken Boothe,
Masters at Work,
Ossler,
Donald Byrd,
Bush Tetras,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Laurel Aitken,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Altered Images,
Gang Starr,
Peter & Gordon,
The Durutti Column,
Chrome,
The Seeds,
Jacob Miller,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Cure,
10cc,
The Stooges,
Scott Walker,
Niagra,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
David Axelrod,
Index,
Nick Fraelich,
Janne Schatter,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Cal Tjader,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Grass Roots,
Terry Callier,
Piero Umiliani,
Anakelly,
The Neon Judgement,
Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music.
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.