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 Tajikistan and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Oneida. All the underground hits.
All Drive Like Jehu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Underground Resistance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Zeros record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Raincoats,
MDC,
Kayak,
Porter Ricks,
Fluxion,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Residents,
Fatback Band,
Underground Resistance,
The Pretty Things,
The Associates,
Bill Wells,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ultravox,
Chris & Cosey,
Talk Talk,
Youth Brigade,
Marc Almond,
F. McDonald,
June Days,
Magma,
Delta 5,
The Misunderstood,
Agent Orange,
Marshall Jefferson,
Guru Guru,
Grandmaster Flash,
Desert Stars,
These Immortal Souls,
Altered Images,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Mummies,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Terrestrial Tones,
Hardrive,
Sexual Harrassment,
Roxette,
Josef K,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Model 500,
Boz Scaggs,
The Stooges,
Fugazi,
Cameo,
Lou Christie,
Aloha Tigers,
Groovy Waters,
The Sound,
Jawbox,
Ken Boothe,
Rekid,
Moss Icon,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Smiths,
Eric B and Rakim,
Neil Young,
The Kinks,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Rakim,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Blake Baxter,
Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz.
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.