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 Israel and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim to the grunge 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 World's Most. All the underground hits.
All Hashim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swans 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magazine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lou Christie,
Echospace,
Beasts of Bourbon,
the Soft Cell,
Inner City,
kango's stein massive,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Drive Like Jehu,
Flipper,
The Gladiators,
Kenny Larkin,
T. Rex,
Cameo,
China Crisis,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lightning Bolt,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ultimate Spinach,
Hasil Adkins,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Moebius,
Bluetip,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Roxette,
MC5,
David Bowie,
Surgeon,
Animal Collective,
The Index,
Tomorrow,
Curtis Mayfield,
T.S.O.L.,
Altered Images,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Desert Stars,
The Dead C,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Kaleidoscope,
Rod Modell,
Maleditus Sound,
Jimmy McGriff,
Pet Shop Boys,
Suburban Knight,
Robert Hood,
The Slackers,
Quadrant,
Barclay James Harvest,
Steve Hackett,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Masters at Work,
Barrington Levy,
Glenn Branca,
Gichy Dan,
Alice Coltrane,
Monks,
Ultra Naté,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Scientists,
Warsaw,
Nation of Ulysses,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Electric Prunes,
Main Source, Main Source, Main Source, Main Source.
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.