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 Mozambique and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Donald Fagen 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 The Offenders to the techno 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 Human League. All the underground hits.
All Khruangbin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every D'Angelo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonic Youth,
Jacques Brel,
Flamin' Groovies,
Thompson Twins,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Gap Band,
Camouflage,
The Saints,
Barbara Tucker,
Lebanon Hanover,
New Age Steppers,
The Fall,
The Toasters,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Minny Pops,
The Dead C,
Funkadelic,
Zapp,
Soft Machine,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Litter,
Minutemen,
Glambeats Corp.,
Shoche,
Livin' Joy,
Desert Stars,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bronski Beat,
Deepchord,
Dave Gahan,
MDC,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bush Tetras,
A Certain Ratio,
Johnny Clarke,
Neil Young,
Delon & Dalcan,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sam Rivers,
Cameo,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Mr. Review,
Average White Band,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Blossom Toes,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Qualms,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Inner City,
Bill Wells,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sixth Finger,
Lungfish,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lalo Schifrin,
Liliput,
Franke,
Lalann,
Crash Course in Science,
the Swans,
Sällskapet,
The Index,
Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus.
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.