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 Mauritania and from Taipei.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Kerri Chandler to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 A Flock of Seagulls. All the underground hits.
All Agitation Free tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erasure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delta 5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Flag,
The Evens,
FM Einheit,
Minnie Riperton,
Wolf Eyes,
Negative Approach,
Lou Christie,
Shoche,
The Five Americans,
Mary Jane Girls,
David Axelrod,
Y Pants,
Hasil Adkins,
Sällskapet,
Bluetip,
New York Dolls,
Aural Exciters,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Velvet Underground,
The Fortunes,
Gerry Rafferty,
Tubeway Army,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Pierre Henry,
The Gun Club,
Kurtis Blow,
E-Dancer,
Lower 48,
The Young Rascals,
the Association,
Dave Gahan,
D'Angelo,
Black Pus,
Leonard Cohen,
Pole,
Television,
Kerrie Biddell,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Hot Snakes,
Rekid,
Hoover,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Moleskins,
Roger Hodgson,
Shuggie Otis,
Ten City,
Byron Stingily,
Althea and Donna,
Amon Düül,
Kerri Chandler,
Eric Copeland,
Terrestrial Tones,
Visage,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Popol Vuh,
Saccharine Trust,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Dead Boys,
Radiohead,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Essential Logic,
Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685.
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.