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 Tanzania and from Lagos.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Michael McDonald 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 Ituana to the rock 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 Los Fastidios. All the underground hits.
All Crispian St. Peters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Starr record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flash Fearless record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Walker Brothers,
Nik Kershaw,
Danielle Patucci,
The Fortunes,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ten City,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Saccharine Trust,
Absolute Body Control,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Fugazi,
Youth Brigade,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Monks,
Accadde A,
Television Personalities,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Johnny Clarke,
Bluetip,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Joe Smooth,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Minutemen,
The Raincoats,
Dorothy Ashby,
Silicon Teens,
Marmalade,
Radiohead,
kango's stein massive,
Fear,
Throbbing Gristle,
Aural Exciters,
Wire,
Matthew Bourne,
Jesper Dahlback,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Roger Hodgson,
Bang On A Can,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Mr. Review,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Brass Construction,
Spandau Ballet,
Graham Central Station,
JFA,
Bronski Beat,
Boz Scaggs,
R.M.O.,
Rhythm & Sound,
Intrusion,
Kaleidoscope,
Tim Buckley,
Davy DMX,
Soft Cell,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Crispian St. Peters,
Radiopuhelimet,
Pussy Galore,
Aswad,
Grauzone,
The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department.
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.