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 Morocco and from Mexico City.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 chamberlin 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron to the jazz 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 The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band. All the underground hits.
All Gastr Del Sol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grauzone 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eurythmics,
Hot Snakes,
Yazoo,
Guru Guru,
One Last Wish,
LL Cool J,
T.S.O.L.,
Au Pairs,
Unwound,
Mary Jane Girls,
Schoolly D,
Second Layer,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lakeside,
Juan Atkins,
Echospace,
Barry Ungar,
Al Stewart,
Underground Resistance,
cv313,
Porter Ricks,
K-Klass,
Traffic Nightmare,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Massinfluence,
Scan 7,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Dual Sessions,
Ultravox,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sam Rivers,
The New Christs,
OOIOO,
Maurizio,
Alice Coltrane,
Sällskapet,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sister Nancy,
Donald Byrd,
Eve St. Jones,
F. McDonald,
Alphaville,
Rotary Connection,
Mark Hollis,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Beasts of Bourbon,
John Coltrane,
Ornette Coleman,
The Smiths,
Mad Mike,
The Names,
DNA,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ossler,
Minor Threat,
Bizarre Inc.,
Derrick Morgan,
The Knickerbockers,
Jerry's Kids,
Clear Light,
Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield.
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.