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 Malta and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 David Bowie 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 The Beau Brummels to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Soul Sonic Force. All the underground hits.
All B.T. Express tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agitation Free 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Beau Brummels record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Victims,
Slick Rick,
The Names,
The Durutti Column,
Trumans Water,
Albert Ayler,
Desert Stars,
The New Christs,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sparks,
ABBA,
Public Image Ltd.,
Scan 7,
Roxette,
Accadde A,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Last Poets,
The Black Dice,
Negative Approach,
Howard Jones,
Todd Terry,
Amon Düül II,
Monks,
Bad Manners,
Henry Cow,
Half Japanese,
Dave Gahan,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bill Near,
Crispy Ambulance,
Minutemen,
Matthew Bourne,
Second Layer,
Ultravox,
Ronnie Foster,
The Offenders,
Heaven 17,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Buckinghams,
Robert Hood,
Crash Course in Science,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bang On A Can,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Tears for Fears,
Junior Murvin,
June of 44,
Eric Copeland,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Fear,
The Dirtbombs,
The Divine Comedy,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Yaz,
Terrestrial Tones,
Boredoms,
Lalann,
Faust,
Amon Düül,
Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids.
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.