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 Fiji and from Shanghai.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Rufus Thomas to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Dead Boys. All the underground hits.
All The Monochrome Set tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Piero Umiliani record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Toasters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Bar-Kays,
Stockholm Monsters,
Easy Going,
Bobby Sherman,
Aural Exciters,
Bang On A Can,
The J.B.'s,
Trumans Water,
Graham Central Station,
Yaz,
Brick,
Deadbeat,
The Vogues,
Y Pants,
Kaleidoscope,
Ten City,
Eric Dolphy,
Chrome,
Curtis Mayfield,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Skarface,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Soft Cell,
Neu!,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Jandek,
Spandau Ballet,
Slave,
Stiv Bators,
The Count Five,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Alarm Clocks,
Liliput,
Toni Rubio,
Frankie Knuckles,
Audionom,
China Crisis,
The Real Kids,
Magma,
Aaron Thompson,
Q and Not U,
Aswad,
Ultravox,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Electric Prunes,
Maleditus Sound,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Harmonia,
The Moody Blues,
The Remains,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Barrington Levy,
Von Mondo,
F. McDonald,
Amon Düül,
The Standells,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Whodini, Whodini, Whodini, Whodini.
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.