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 Serbia and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 New Christs to the jazz 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 X-101. All the underground hits.
All Audionom tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Second Layer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dirtbombs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Howard Jones,
Lucky Dragons,
Pierre Henry,
Roxy Music,
June of 44,
The Gladiators,
Gerry Rafferty,
Basic Channel,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Model 500,
Pere Ubu,
Eve St. Jones,
Dawn Penn,
Ponytail,
The Kinks,
Scrapy,
Metal Thangz,
Yusef Lateef,
The Monochrome Set,
Brick,
The Skatalites,
Crash Course in Science,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Sound,
Warsaw,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Eric Copeland,
Anthony Braxton,
The Dirtbombs,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
UT,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lindisfarne,
Lakeside,
The Pop Group,
Rhythm & Sound,
Vainqueur,
A Flock of Seagulls,
In Retrospect,
Colin Newman,
Leonard Cohen,
Rites of Spring,
Rekid,
Soulsonic Force,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lou Christie,
Mars,
The Knickerbockers,
Niagra,
Grauzone,
The Busters,
Sixth Finger,
Chris Corsano,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Aloha Tigers,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sun City Girls,
the Human League,
Gregory Isaacs,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Peter and Kerry,
Jacques Brel,
The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes.
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.