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 Oman and from Seoul.
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 Paris and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
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 Jesus and Mary Chain to the grunge 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 John Foxx. All the underground hits.
All Kool Moe Dee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fugazi record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yusef Lateef record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agent Orange,
the Bar-Kays,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Graham Central Station,
T.S.O.L.,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sonic Youth,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Jerry's Kids,
the Human League,
Pet Shop Boys,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Smog,
X-102,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Khruangbin,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Danielle Patucci,
Josef K,
Joyce Sims,
Suicide,
Japan,
Ponytail,
Reuben Wilson,
The Electric Prunes,
Kerri Chandler,
Delon & Dalcan,
Camouflage,
Rhythm & Sound,
Jesper Dahlback,
Black Pus,
Massinfluence,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Pantaleimon,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Buckinghams,
Glambeats Corp.,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Tears for Fears,
Alphaville,
Model 500,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Nas,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lightning Bolt,
These Immortal Souls,
Terrestrial Tones,
B.T. Express,
Thompson Twins,
Soulsonic Force,
Sight & Sound,
JFA,
Negative Approach,
Brick,
Magazine,
Unrelated Segments,
Depeche Mode,
Chris & Cosey,
Excepter, Excepter, Excepter, Excepter.
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.