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 Honduras and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Holger Czukay 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 Kenny Larkin to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Eurythmics. All the underground hits.
All Infiniti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erasure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quando Quango record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro 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 Doobie Brothers,
Joensuu 1685,
Sun Ra,
R.M.O.,
Judy Mowatt,
Rhythm & Sound,
Circle Jerks,
Marvin Gaye,
Arab on Radar,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Wolf Eyes,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Angels of Light,
ABC,
Suburban Knight,
Smog,
Bobby Sherman,
John Holt,
The Gladiators,
Brothers Johnson,
Duran Duran,
Moss Icon,
Symarip,
Brick,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bad Manners,
Anakelly,
Scott Walker,
Nirvana,
One Last Wish,
Throbbing Gristle,
Flipper,
Tubeway Army,
Matthew Bourne,
Isaac Hayes,
the Slits,
Niagra,
Drexciya,
Swans,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sparks,
Amon Düül,
Pere Ubu,
The Blackbyrds,
Make Up,
The J.B.'s,
Junior Murvin,
Black Bananas,
Electric Prunes,
The Zeros,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bill Near,
Rites of Spring,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sexual Harrassment,
F. McDonald,
Ten City,
The Sound,
The Modern Lovers,
The Fall,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark.
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.