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 St Lucia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Index to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Black Flag. All the underground hits.
All Maleditus Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Iggy Pop record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chrome record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gap Band,
Livin' Joy,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sparks,
The Techniques,
Cecil Taylor,
Whodini,
Johnny Clarke,
Judy Mowatt,
The Gladiators,
Bobby Byrd,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Arcadia,
Tres Demented,
The Moody Blues,
Eve St. Jones,
Sound Behaviour,
Man Parrish,
Godley & Creme,
Mantronix,
Zapp,
Eden Ahbez,
Wings,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Buzzcocks,
Idris Muhammad,
Zero Boys,
Aural Exciters,
The Seeds,
The Divine Comedy,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Blues Magoos,
Monks,
Radiopuhelimet,
Boredoms,
B.T. Express,
Slave,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Yazoo,
Heaven 17,
X-101,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Rod Modell,
The Searchers,
Bizarre Inc.,
Tom Boy,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ten City,
The Invisible,
Talk Talk,
Marine Girls,
Max Romeo,
DJ Sneak,
Skriet,
The Fortunes,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Suburban Knight,
Delta 5,
Subhumans,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Interpol, Interpol, Interpol, Interpol.
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.