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 Sri Lanka and from Mexico City.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Shadows of Knight to the jazz 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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All CMW tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacob Miller 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erasure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin 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 Gap Band,
Kool Moe Dee,
Deepchord,
Matthew Bourne,
Sarah Menescal,
Cybotron,
Gabor Szabo,
Sugar Minott,
Wasted Youth,
Joensuu 1685,
Minny Pops,
Quantec,
A Certain Ratio,
The Blues Magoos,
The Cramps,
The Misunderstood,
Yellowson,
Wolf Eyes,
Mission of Burma,
X-101,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Gladiators,
Dorothy Ashby,
ABBA,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
David McCallum,
Porter Ricks,
The Moleskins,
Fugazi,
Country Teasers,
Dennis Brown,
UT,
The Modern Lovers,
The Raincoats,
The Mummies,
Anthony Braxton,
Bobby Sherman,
EPMD,
Darondo,
PIL,
The Sound,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sam Rivers,
Main Source,
The Walker Brothers,
Gregory Isaacs,
Whodini,
Fad Gadget,
Maurizio,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Smiths,
Duran Duran,
Isaac Hayes,
Faust,
Brass Construction,
Swans,
Fluxion,
Todd Terry,
Stereo Dub,
Make Up,
the Slits, the Slits, the Slits, the Slits.
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.