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 United Kingdom and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Aural Exciters. All the underground hits.
All X-Ray Spex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Raincoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dark Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
LL Cool J,
Boogie Down Productions,
Andrew Hill,
Yazoo,
A Certain Ratio,
The Monochrome Set,
Vainqueur,
The Tremeloes,
the Bar-Kays,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lalann,
The Blackbyrds,
The Dirtbombs,
Spandau Ballet,
ABBA,
Smog,
Fela Kuti,
X-101,
ABC,
kango's stein massive,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Harmonia,
The Litter,
the Swans,
Rotary Connection,
Johnny Osbourne,
Babytalk,
Frankie Knuckles,
Deepchord,
Pere Ubu,
Morten Harket,
The Slackers,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Gun Club,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Grey Daturas,
Flamin' Groovies,
Franke,
The Mojo Men,
Ralphi Rosario,
Minny Pops,
Matthew Halsall,
The Birthday Party,
Intrusion,
Bizarre Inc.,
Rapeman,
Absolute Body Control,
R.M.O.,
The Divine Comedy,
Tommy Roe,
The Offenders,
The Real Kids,
Bob Dylan,
Shoche,
F. McDonald,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Sonics,
This Heat,
Young Marble Giants,
Soft Cell,
Minor Threat,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark.
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.