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 Argentina and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 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 Peanut Butter Conspiracy to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Simply Red. All the underground hits.
All Neu! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suicide record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sarah Menescal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rekid,
The Tremeloes,
Neu!,
Quantec,
The Real Kids,
Drive Like Jehu,
Fluxion,
The United States of America,
Avey Tare,
Youth Brigade,
The J.B.'s,
kango's stein massive,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Tubeway Army,
Icehouse,
the Swans,
Black Flag,
Kas Product,
the Association,
Arthur Verocai,
Stockholm Monsters,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Deadbeat,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
PIL,
Matthew Halsall,
EPMD,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Blackbyrds,
Wolf Eyes,
Japan,
Spandau Ballet,
Dave Gahan,
Connie Case,
Model 500,
U.S. Maple,
X-102,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Silicon Teens,
Gerry Rafferty,
Charles Mingus,
Urselle,
Basic Channel,
Letta Mbulu,
ABC,
The Divine Comedy,
The Monks,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Half Japanese,
The Index,
Livin' Joy,
Eric Copeland,
Public Enemy,
Kerrie Biddell,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Black Sheep,
Camberwell Now,
Bad Manners,
The Shadows of Knight,
Soul II Soul,
Echospace,
Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe.
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.