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 Gambia and from Shanghai.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Lou Reed 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 Drive Like Jehu to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Rites of Spring. All the underground hits.
All Red Lorry Yellow Lorry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echo & the Bunnymen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pagans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Qualms,
Arab on Radar,
Theoretical Girls,
Roger Hodgson,
Altered Images,
The Grass Roots,
Dave Gahan,
The Divine Comedy,
The Wake,
Jerry's Kids,
The Associates,
Stetsasonic,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gregory Isaacs,
KRS-One,
Dead Boys,
the Soft Cell,
Matthew Halsall,
Clear Light,
Yazoo,
Jimmy McGriff,
Section 25,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
OOIOO,
The Raincoats,
Bluetip,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Count Five,
Chris Corsano,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Agitation Free,
Lyres,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Main Source,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sex Pistols,
The Last Poets,
Ponytail,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gil Scott Heron,
Althea and Donna,
Moss Icon,
The Fall,
cv313,
The Moody Blues,
Peter & Gordon,
Joy Division,
The Music Machine,
The Buckinghams,
The Human League,
JFA,
B.T. Express,
Sexual Harrassment,
DJ Sneak,
Severed Heads,
Animal Collective,
Rhythm & Sound,
Fat Boys,
Eli Mardock,
Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl.
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.