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 Korea North and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 David Bowie 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 Slick Rick to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Jacques Brel. All the underground hits.
All Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sam Rivers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Association record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tears for Fears,
Quantec,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Joyce Sims,
Jacques Brel,
Morten Harket,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Deakin,
Rod Modell,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Patti Smith,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Babytalk,
Buzzcocks,
Crispy Ambulance,
Delta 5,
JFA,
Swans,
Unwound,
Kayak,
The Cure,
LL Cool J,
Intrusion,
Stockholm Monsters,
Hashim,
The Raincoats,
Pulsallama,
Lungfish,
The Happenings,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Yellowson,
Banda Bassotti,
Icehouse,
Ituana,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Smoke,
The Count Five,
Zero Boys,
Mo-Dettes,
Urselle,
The Modern Lovers,
Dave Gahan,
The Dave Clark Five,
Glenn Branca,
Gabor Szabo,
Lalo Schifrin,
DNA,
Siglo XX,
Judy Mowatt,
The Fuzztones,
Tubeway Army,
Davy DMX,
Au Pairs,
Minor Threat,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Matthew Halsall,
The Saints,
Desert Stars,
Ornette Coleman,
Black Sheep,
the Germs,
Lyres,
Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear.
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.