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 Denmark and from Spokane.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Mark Hollis to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Aural Exciters. All the underground hits.
All Crispy Ambulance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Freddie Wadling 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suicide record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ash Ra Tempel,
Camberwell Now,
Flipper,
Pylon,
Fugazi,
Second Layer,
Joe Finger,
Wings,
a-ha,
Model 500,
Lucky Dragons,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Stooges,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
48th St. Collective,
The Neon Judgement,
The Beau Brummels,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bauhaus,
The Names,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Radiohead,
Dawn Penn,
Siglo XX,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
June Days,
Deakin,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Divine Comedy,
Jawbox,
The Black Dice,
Mars,
Bad Manners,
Altered Images,
Soft Cell,
Peter and Kerry,
Monks,
Donny Hathaway,
Yaz,
Gastr Del Sol,
Cymande,
John Holt,
Joensuu 1685,
Aswad,
Yellowson,
Hashim,
The Invisible,
Kayak,
Moby Grape,
Gerry Rafferty,
Joy Division,
Kas Product,
Gang Green,
The Buckinghams,
Erykah Badu,
The Skatalites,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ornette Coleman,
The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column.
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.