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 Taiwan and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Desert Stars to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sparks. All the underground hits.
All Black Bananas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sisters of Mercy 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nik Kershaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
LL Cool J,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Reagan Youth,
James White and The Blacks,
CMW,
Barclay James Harvest,
Dennis Brown,
Joyce Sims,
U.S. Maple,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Mark Hollis,
Peter and Kerry,
Hasil Adkins,
the Slits,
Moebius,
Surgeon,
Q65,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Gabor Szabo,
Scientists,
Pierre Henry,
Arcadia,
John Holt,
Grey Daturas,
Fatback Band,
Fela Kuti,
Arab on Radar,
Amon Düül II,
Brick,
Morten Harket,
Scratch Acid,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Interpol,
The Misunderstood,
Carl Craig,
Delta 5,
Gichy Dan,
Joe Finger,
Siglo XX,
the Germs,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Happenings,
Icehouse,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Boz Scaggs,
June of 44,
JFA,
Urselle,
Idris Muhammad,
Bobby Sherman,
Bang On A Can,
B.T. Express,
Wings,
Derrick Morgan,
Ronan,
Brand Nubian,
Robert Hood,
June Days,
The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques.
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.