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 Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 linndrum 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 Gang Green to the electroclash 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Eric Copeland tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Age Steppers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Guru Guru record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skarface,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Crash Course in Science,
Guru Guru,
Radio Birdman,
The Modern Lovers,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Young Rascals,
Swans,
Jacques Brel,
X-101,
MDC,
Roxette,
X-102,
The Blues Magoos,
Joy Division,
The Real Kids,
Sarah Menescal,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Absolute Body Control,
Tom Boy,
Pole,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Camberwell Now,
The Electric Prunes,
Tres Demented,
The Fire Engines,
Little Man,
The Fortunes,
Dave Gahan,
Steve Hackett,
Brass Construction,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Arab on Radar,
Carl Craig,
The Litter,
Todd Terry,
David Axelrod,
Terrestrial Tones,
Judy Mowatt,
Sugar Minott,
Dual Sessions,
Tubeway Army,
Los Fastidios,
The Toasters,
E-Dancer,
DJ Style,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Fear,
Johnny Osbourne,
Angry Samoans,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Josef K,
Ornette Coleman,
Avey Tare,
Masters at Work,
Sällskapet,
Ludus,
Panda Bear,
Stiv Bators,
Heaven 17,
These Immortal Souls,
Bad Manners,
Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell.
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.