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 Kyrgyzstan 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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the snare 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 Mandrill to the dance 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 Essential Logic. All the underground hits.
All X-101 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hoover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Accadde A record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Soft Cell,
The Monochrome Set,
Arcadia,
Index,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Grass Roots,
Eric B and Rakim,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Thee Headcoats,
A Certain Ratio,
F. McDonald,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
the Normal,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gong,
Sarah Menescal,
Eve St. Jones,
Traffic Nightmare,
Moby Grape,
Jerry's Kids,
Sex Pistols,
Ultra Naté,
MC5,
Bad Manners,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Moleskins,
Curtis Mayfield,
Neu!,
Cluster,
Eden Ahbez,
Hot Snakes,
Colin Newman,
The Offenders,
Fatback Band,
Chrome,
World's Most,
Bill Wells,
Lee Hazlewood,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bang On A Can,
Audionom,
The Dead C,
Matthew Bourne,
Bizarre Inc.,
Pierre Henry,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Index,
The Young Rascals,
Robert Hood,
Eric Dolphy,
The Slackers,
Pharoah Sanders,
Harmonia,
Rakim,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Human League,
Infiniti,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Evens,
The Move,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback.
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.