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 India and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 David Bowie 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 Peter and Kerry to the crunk 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 This Heat. All the underground hits.
All Bronski Beat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerri Chandler 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dave Clark Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pere Ubu,
Warren Ellis,
Pole,
Funkadelic,
Sonic Youth,
Cal Tjader,
John Lydon,
Deepchord,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Tim Buckley,
Franke,
Deakin,
Sex Pistols,
Todd Rundgren,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Wolf Eyes,
Moss Icon,
Aural Exciters,
Moebius,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gabor Szabo,
Loose Ends,
X-102,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Brothers Johnson,
Technova,
Popol Vuh,
the Soft Cell,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Organ,
Nik Kershaw,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Trumans Water,
Isaac Hayes,
The Remains,
This Heat,
Suburban Knight,
Todd Terry,
Neu!,
Marine Girls,
Basic Channel,
Alison Limerick,
Thompson Twins,
Ronan,
the Swans,
8 Eyed Spy,
Slick Rick,
Hardrive,
Johnny Osbourne,
Brand Nubian,
Kool Moe Dee,
Country Teasers,
The Buckinghams,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Heaven 17,
Henry Cow,
Graham Central Station,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Gories,
Tropical Tobacco,
Angry Samoans,
John Holt,
Matthew Halsall,
Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks.
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.