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 Canada and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 Johannesburg and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Holger Czukay 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 Jeff Lynne to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Robert Hood. All the underground hits.
All Bill Wells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Morten Harket record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Bourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Malaria!,
New Order,
Dead Boys,
Rod Modell,
Ash Ra Tempel,
48th St. Collective,
Sun City Girls,
Peter & Gordon,
Y Pants,
Ken Boothe,
Moss Icon,
Shoche,
Ronan,
Ronnie Foster,
The Raincoats,
Mark Hollis,
Black Moon,
Country Teasers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Smiths,
Circle Jerks,
Smog,
Nik Kershaw,
Tom Boy,
The Blackbyrds,
X-102,
PIL,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Stooges,
Cymande,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sight & Sound,
Steve Hackett,
Radiohead,
The Electric Prunes,
Can,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Modern Lovers,
Tropical Tobacco,
Drexciya,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Todd Terry,
Sound Behaviour,
The Last Poets,
Moby Grape,
The Durutti Column,
Lungfish,
Khruangbin,
Agitation Free,
Average White Band,
Cluster,
Ultra Naté,
The Seeds,
Schoolly D,
Oneida,
Ludus,
The Barracudas,
Make Up,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Litter,
Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell.
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.