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 Tuvalu and from Madrid.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Circle Jerks to the rock 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 Deepchord. All the underground hits.
All 48th St. Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drive Like Jehu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Charles Mingus,
MDC,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Kas Product,
Zapp,
The Detroit Cobras,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Vogues,
Colin Newman,
Fad Gadget,
The Durutti Column,
Shuggie Otis,
Soulsonic Force,
Audionom,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
James White and The Blacks,
Motorama,
Johnny Clarke,
Brass Construction,
Mars,
Skaos,
Derrick May,
The Standells,
Lakeside,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Chrome,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Reuben Wilson,
Harmonia,
Basic Channel,
Con Funk Shun,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Metal Thangz,
Quantec,
The Saints,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The United States of America,
Ultimate Spinach,
Roger Hodgson,
Livin' Joy,
Rites of Spring,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lalo Schifrin,
Jeff Lynne,
Quando Quango,
Rod Modell,
Sexual Harrassment,
Index,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ponytail,
Schoolly D,
The Selecter,
Minny Pops,
ABBA,
Ossler,
the Slits,
Pulsallama,
Freddie Wadling,
Monolake,
Depeche Mode,
Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez.
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.