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 Senegal and from Glasgow.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and New York.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Dave Gahan to the techno 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 John Lydon. All the underground hits.
All The Cosmic Jokers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Flock of Seagulls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Accadde A,
Panda Bear,
The Evens,
Sonic Youth,
Toni Rubio,
Marmalade,
Tom Boy,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Reuben Wilson,
Soft Cell,
The Five Americans,
Sällskapet,
Wings,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ossler,
Zapp,
Robert Görl,
Newcleus,
Brothers Johnson,
Wire,
Sexual Harrassment,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Audionom,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Talk Talk,
Rhythm & Sound,
Mo-Dettes,
Joensuu 1685,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Josef K,
Pagans,
Kerri Chandler,
Lakeside,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Hardrive,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Deepchord,
Howard Jones,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Offenders,
Kerrie Biddell,
Eric Dolphy,
The United States of America,
Traffic Nightmare,
John Cale,
AZ,
the Fania All-Stars,
Hasil Adkins,
Interpol,
Banda Bassotti,
Agitation Free,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Second Layer,
Amazonics,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lou Christie,
Television,
the Bar-Kays,
Dennis Brown,
Alton Ellis,
Magma,
Bobby Womack,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion.
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.