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 France and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 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 Delon & Dalcan to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Andrew Hill. All the underground hits.
All Iggy Pop tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Au Pairs 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cramps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mandrill,
Alphaville,
Black Flag,
Black Sheep,
The Index,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Soulsonic Force,
The Knickerbockers,
Fluxion,
Faraquet,
EPMD,
T. Rex,
Eli Mardock,
The Dirtbombs,
David McCallum,
Drexciya,
The Doobie Brothers,
Qualms,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The New Christs,
kango's stein massive,
Funky Four + One,
D'Angelo,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Camberwell Now,
Blake Baxter,
Gang Gang Dance,
Eric Dolphy,
The Birthday Party,
Unwound,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Moleskins,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Flash Fearless,
The Slits,
Blossom Toes,
Ituana,
The Trojans,
Al Stewart,
48th St. Collective,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
the Swans,
Heaven 17,
Nas,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Swell Maps,
La Düsseldorf,
Rakim,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
This Heat,
Kayak,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Circle Jerks,
Franke,
Public Image Ltd.,
Dual Sessions,
The Golliwogs,
Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth.
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.