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 Tuvalu and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Fat Boys to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Pretty Things. All the underground hits.
All JFA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bush Tetras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bronski Beat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Toasters,
Camouflage,
48th St. Collective,
DJ Sneak,
Adolescents,
T. Rex,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Durutti Column,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Searchers,
Scan 7,
Subhumans,
Magazine,
The Golliwogs,
Hot Snakes,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Joey Negro,
Massinfluence,
Kool Moe Dee,
X-102,
John Coltrane,
John Foxx,
ABBA,
Nick Fraelich,
Easy Going,
The Pretty Things,
Ludus,
Japan,
Bang On A Can,
The Gun Club,
UT,
Jerry's Kids,
Slick Rick,
MDC,
Rufus Thomas,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ronan,
Schoolly D,
Accadde A,
Amon Düül II,
Funky Four + One,
Index,
The Kinks,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Star Department,
The Electric Prunes,
Urselle,
Outsiders,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
EPMD,
Todd Terry,
Dual Sessions,
Television,
Pagans,
Radiopuhelimet,
E-Dancer,
Bauhaus,
Icehouse,
Al Stewart,
Mad Mike,
Brick, Brick, Brick, Brick.
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.