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 Congo and from Toronto.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Tokyo.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
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 Roxette to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Gian Franco Pienzio. All the underground hits.
All Harmonia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Real Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sad Lovers and Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb 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 Techniques,
The Divine Comedy,
Moby Grape,
Inner City,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gichy Dan,
Black Flag,
the Swans,
Procol Harum,
The Happenings,
Television Personalities,
Man Eating Sloth,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Busters,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Monks,
June of 44,
Wings,
The Monks,
Soulsonic Force,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gang Starr,
Sonny Sharrock,
Barrington Levy,
Ludus,
Flipper,
Newcleus,
Agitation Free,
Sound Behaviour,
Scion,
Charles Mingus,
Graham Central Station,
Y Pants,
Tim Buckley,
Fugazi,
Neu!,
The Flesh Eaters,
These Immortal Souls,
Von Mondo,
Blake Baxter,
Ponytail,
the Normal,
Maleditus Sound,
Masters at Work,
China Crisis,
Tomorrow,
Darondo,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Martian,
Pylon,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Animal Collective,
Soul II Soul,
The Move,
Nick Fraelich,
Hardrive,
OOIOO,
A Certain Ratio,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement.
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.