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 Nauru and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 Nik Kershaw to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Q and Not U. All the underground hits.
All cv313 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sällskapet 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Birthday Party record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Organ,
Babytalk,
Khruangbin,
Fluxion,
Vladislav Delay,
Nils Olav,
Colin Newman,
cv313,
Isaac Hayes,
Icehouse,
the Bar-Kays,
Robert Wyatt,
Maurizio,
DJ Style,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Mandrill,
Bad Manners,
Graham Central Station,
Avey Tare,
R.M.O.,
The Blackbyrds,
Man Parrish,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Massinfluence,
Fatback Band,
Pantytec,
Spandau Ballet,
The Velvet Underground,
Ohio Players,
Underground Resistance,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Animal Collective,
New Order,
Crispian St. Peters,
Fela Kuti,
Rosa Yemen,
Bobby Byrd,
Lebanon Hanover,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gil Scott Heron,
Mantronix,
The Martian,
The Gories,
Faust,
Sixth Finger,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Cowsills,
Duran Duran,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Magma,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ice-T,
The Gun Club,
Terry Callier,
Rotary Connection,
the Sonics,
Josef K,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Scan 7,
Buzzcocks,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Mr. Review,
Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685.
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.