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 Ivory Coast and from Tokyo.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 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 The Gladiators to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All Scan 7 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mars 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deadbeat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quando Quango,
Alton Ellis,
Bob Dylan,
Mo-Dettes,
The Human League,
Ituana,
Harmonia,
Stiv Bators,
Pulsallama,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Negative Approach,
The Kinks,
Delta 5,
Los Fastidios,
Rufus Thomas,
Infiniti,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Gun Club,
Fear,
the Human League,
Clear Light,
Barbara Tucker,
Von Mondo,
The Raincoats,
David Axelrod,
Skarface,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Kerri Chandler,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Warren Ellis,
Colin Newman,
Cameo,
Man Parrish,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Toasters,
The Fuzztones,
Pussy Galore,
Stockholm Monsters,
Magma,
Buzzcocks,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Drexciya,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Joy Division,
The Cowsills,
Boredoms,
Subhumans,
X-101,
The United States of America,
Stereo Dub,
Bobby Sherman,
The Sonics,
Dark Day,
Matthew Halsall,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Byron Stingily,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ronan, Ronan, Ronan, Ronan.
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.