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 Tonga and from Manchester.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Traffic Nightmare to the disco 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 Erykah Badu. All the underground hits.
All China Crisis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Trojans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gabor Szabo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gastr Del Sol,
Tubeway Army,
Gregory Isaacs,
Yusef Lateef,
Quadrant,
Brass Construction,
The Saints,
Pole,
Lee Hazlewood,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Colin Newman,
Khruangbin,
The Gun Club,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Scan 7,
Nico,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Pere Ubu,
The Searchers,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Country Teasers,
Von Mondo,
Brothers Johnson,
Avey Tare,
The Motions,
The Human League,
Man Parrish,
Dual Sessions,
Joyce Sims,
The Fall,
10cc,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Mummies,
Roy Ayers,
The Sound,
Marc Almond,
Soul Sonic Force,
Pulsallama,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Mad Mike,
Swans,
The Birthday Party,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sandy B,
Pet Shop Boys,
Crispy Ambulance,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Erykah Badu,
Albert Ayler,
The Standells,
Rekid,
Girls At Our Best!,
Curtis Mayfield,
FM Einheit,
Qualms,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Deadbeat,
Bang On A Can,
Warsaw,
Yaz, Yaz, Yaz, Yaz.
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.