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 Dominica and from Glasgow.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Cramps to the rock 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 The Blackbyrds. All the underground hits.
All Kool G Rap & DJ Polo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Osbourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tears for Fears,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Barry Ungar,
The Seeds,
The Associates,
DNA,
Spoonie Gee,
Soft Cell,
Eddi Front,
Fat Boys,
Wolf Eyes,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Electric Prunes,
Cal Tjader,
Half Japanese,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Frankie Knuckles,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Smog,
The Modern Lovers,
The Gladiators,
Depeche Mode,
Arab on Radar,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Quadrant,
The Remains,
Boredoms,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Duran Duran,
The Zeros,
Davy DMX,
The Slits,
Bootsy Collins,
Girls At Our Best!,
Delta 5,
New Age Steppers,
Khruangbin,
Dawn Penn,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Shadows of Knight,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Heaven 17,
Popol Vuh,
Scion,
Matthew Bourne,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Pere Ubu,
E-Dancer,
Faust,
Derrick Morgan,
Tommy Roe,
Moebius,
Anthony Braxton,
The Vogues,
Crime,
Y Pants,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza.
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.