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 Lithuania and from London.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
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 Black Pus to the rock 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds. All the underground hits.
All K-Klass tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unwound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magazine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Certain Ratio,
The Young Rascals,
Moby Grape,
Tim Buckley,
Gil Scott Heron,
Pierre Henry,
Sixth Finger,
Smog,
Surgeon,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Joensuu 1685,
U.S. Maple,
Glambeats Corp.,
kango's stein massive,
Ralphi Rosario,
Livin' Joy,
Vainqueur,
The Cure,
Pussy Galore,
Amon Düül II,
Neu!,
Depeche Mode,
Swell Maps,
Jacques Brel,
Sonic Youth,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
E-Dancer,
Maurizio,
Fad Gadget,
Funkadelic,
The Divine Comedy,
Y Pants,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lucky Dragons,
Excepter,
Second Layer,
The Moleskins,
Patti Smith,
Agent Orange,
Heaven 17,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Silicon Teens,
The Moody Blues,
Schoolly D,
Fear,
Lungfish,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
James White and The Blacks,
Sällskapet,
Deadbeat,
Kaleidoscope,
The Techniques,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ultimate Spinach,
KRS-One,
Ken Boothe,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
New York Dolls,
Metal Thangz,
OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO.
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.