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 Norway and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Taipei.
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 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 Man Parrish to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All Laurel Aitken tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sound 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Be Bop Deluxe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Last Poets,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Television,
This Heat,
Tears for Fears,
Mission of Burma,
Rites of Spring,
The Buckinghams,
Slick Rick,
Nik Kershaw,
Dawn Penn,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Second Layer,
Harry Pussy,
a-ha,
Pagans,
Aloha Tigers,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Alison Limerick,
Echospace,
Deepchord,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Move,
Jerry's Kids,
Agent Orange,
The Motions,
Fela Kuti,
Ohio Players,
The Misunderstood,
Lou Christie,
The Five Americans,
Ultimate Spinach,
Reagan Youth,
Aaron Thompson,
Country Joe & The Fish,
OOIOO,
Toni Rubio,
Eric Dolphy,
Siglo XX,
Roy Ayers,
the Soft Cell,
Goldenarms,
Masters at Work,
Chris Corsano,
Bill Wells,
Tim Buckley,
James White and The Blacks,
The Fall,
Hasil Adkins,
Silicon Teens,
Bill Near,
Nick Fraelich,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
New York Dolls,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Dave Gahan,
the Slits,
Heaven 17,
The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers.
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.