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 Zambia and from New York.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the 808 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 New York Dolls to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Youth Brigade. All the underground hits.
All Ronan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Victims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Malaria! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sunsets and Hearts,
Royal Trux,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Intrusion,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Delta 5,
Bobby Byrd,
Jesper Dahlback,
Little Man,
Byron Stingily,
Cal Tjader,
Minutemen,
Wings,
Vladislav Delay,
Nico,
Magma,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Urselle,
Bootsy Collins,
The Tremeloes,
Ultimate Spinach,
A Certain Ratio,
The Remains,
Thompson Twins,
Idris Muhammad,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Wake,
Banda Bassotti,
Public Image Ltd.,
Marshall Jefferson,
Duran Duran,
Half Japanese,
Aswad,
Charles Mingus,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Mark Hollis,
The Evens,
Henry Cow,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gong,
Susan Cadogan,
Ronan,
Newcleus,
Kaleidoscope,
Godley & Creme,
Con Funk Shun,
Avey Tare,
Arthur Verocai,
The Misunderstood,
Nik Kershaw,
B.T. Express,
Panda Bear,
Heaven 17,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Max Romeo,
The Buckinghams,
Archie Shepp,
Ultravox,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Technova,
8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy.
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.