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 Slovakia and from Stockholm.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 Matthew Bourne to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Rod Modell. All the underground hits.
All A Flock of Seagulls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stetsasonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Gang Dance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Young Marble Giants,
Bronski Beat,
Echospace,
Slave,
Brass Construction,
the Sonics,
Cybotron,
MC5,
Theoretical Girls,
Arthur Verocai,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Inner City,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Kenny Larkin,
Essential Logic,
Shuggie Otis,
Harry Pussy,
Avey Tare,
the Bar-Kays,
the Fania All-Stars,
London Community Gospel Choir,
T. Rex,
The Young Rascals,
Surgeon,
Crispy Ambulance,
Das Ding,
The J.B.'s,
Joy Division,
Tommy Roe,
In Retrospect,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Infiniti,
Royal Trux,
Joe Smooth,
The Golliwogs,
Banda Bassotti,
Chris Corsano,
Country Teasers,
Erasure,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Gories,
Rites of Spring,
Silicon Teens,
The Barracudas,
Bob Dylan,
Flash Fearless,
Ponytail,
Rosa Yemen,
Nils Olav,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Remains,
Althea and Donna,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Pole,
DNA,
Rufus Thomas,
Eli Mardock,
The Mummies,
Alice Coltrane,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx.
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.