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 Philippines and from Tokyo.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 It's A Beautiful Day to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Chrome. All the underground hits.
All The Techniques tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Kinks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ 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 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Symarip,
Kevin Saunderson,
The United States of America,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Iggy Pop,
Barry Ungar,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Visage,
Bobby Sherman,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Peter & Gordon,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Loose Ends,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Yellowson,
Con Funk Shun,
Bobby Byrd,
New York Dolls,
Matthew Halsall,
Erasure,
The Slackers,
Ten City,
Marc Almond,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Black Dice,
Outsiders,
the Normal,
Banda Bassotti,
Lalo Schifrin,
Max Romeo,
The Move,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Shoche,
Blancmange,
Deadbeat,
Derrick May,
Suicide,
Black Moon,
Das Ding,
Heaven 17,
Scott Walker,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Chrome,
Marine Girls,
The Techniques,
Andrew Hill,
Faraquet,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Cheater Slicks,
These Immortal Souls,
The Durutti Column,
Interpol,
Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu.
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.