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 El Salvador and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 F. McDonald to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Music Machine. All the underground hits.
All Agitation Free tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fad Gadget record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Skatalites record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Buzzcocks,
Scientists,
John Holt,
Harmonia,
Wire,
Dennis Brown,
Joy Division,
Tim Buckley,
Lalo Schifrin,
Alison Limerick,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Blake Baxter,
Mars,
The Mojo Men,
Arthur Verocai,
Bronski Beat,
Wasted Youth,
Scratch Acid,
Cybotron,
Pulsallama,
Brass Construction,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Techniques,
The Neon Judgement,
Half Japanese,
Gabor Szabo,
Zero Boys,
Audionom,
Roxy Music,
The Red Krayola,
Jimmy McGriff,
Underground Resistance,
World's Most,
Flash Fearless,
Connie Case,
The Knickerbockers,
Bobby Byrd,
Alice Coltrane,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Public Image Ltd.,
Jeff Mills,
Rotary Connection,
Royal Trux,
Pussy Galore,
MDC,
The Slackers,
June Days,
The Black Dice,
Nico,
Harry Pussy,
Kas Product,
UT,
Trumans Water,
U.S. Maple,
Tres Demented,
Visage,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Grey Daturas,
Masters at Work,
Second Layer,
X-102,
The Moody Blues,
The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy.
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.