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 Macedonia and from Jakarta.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
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 Goldenarms to the disco 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 Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.
All Alison Limerick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q65,
Schoolly D,
The Monks,
Inner City,
The Velvet Underground,
The Electric Prunes,
Qualms,
Spoonie Gee,
Camberwell Now,
Subhumans,
Mark Hollis,
Tears for Fears,
Aloha Tigers,
The Dead C,
Urselle,
Nils Olav,
Pere Ubu,
The Grass Roots,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Skatalites,
Circle Jerks,
Eli Mardock,
John Coltrane,
The Fugs,
Black Bananas,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Count Five,
Donald Byrd,
Yusef Lateef,
R.M.O.,
Drive Like Jehu,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Pretty Things,
The Motions,
Dave Gahan,
The Birthday Party,
The Buckinghams,
Siglo XX,
Cybotron,
The Gap Band,
Gregory Isaacs,
Nas,
John Cale,
Kayak,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Warren Ellis,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Pantaleimon,
Brass Construction,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Henry Cow,
Drexciya,
Zero Boys,
Joensuu 1685,
DNA,
the Human League,
Toni Rubio,
Aaron Thompson,
Niagra,
Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day.
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.