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 Pakistan and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 güiro 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 A Certain Ratio to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs. All the underground hits.
All Bang on a Can All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thee Headcoats 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Royal Family And The Poor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Symarip,
The Blues Magoos,
Blancmange,
The Sonics,
A Certain Ratio,
Funky Four + One,
The Smiths,
The Fortunes,
Black Flag,
Heaven 17,
Gichy Dan,
Visage,
Intrusion,
Bobbi Humphrey,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Half Japanese,
Ten City,
Pole,
Sound Behaviour,
Lightning Bolt,
The Young Rascals,
Blossom Toes,
Eddi Front,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
JFA,
8 Eyed Spy,
Josef K,
Mary Jane Girls,
Scientists,
Soul Sonic Force,
Flamin' Groovies,
Deepchord,
Tears for Fears,
Swell Maps,
The Slits,
ABBA,
Yaz,
Skaos,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Adolescents,
Bill Near,
Arab on Radar,
Eurythmics,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gabor Szabo,
Procol Harum,
Babytalk,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Big Daddy Kane,
Andrew Hill,
the Bar-Kays,
The Misunderstood,
Boogie Down Productions,
Erasure,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Martian,
Absolute Body Control,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Unwound, Unwound, Unwound, Unwound.
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.