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 Canada and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Holger Czukay 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 Panda Bear to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Warren Ellis. All the underground hits.
All La Düsseldorf tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joy Division 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Misunderstood 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?
Schoolly D,
Radiohead,
The Star Department,
Eli Mardock,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The New Christs,
Charles Mingus,
Tres Demented,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Standells,
Reuben Wilson,
Steve Hackett,
Trumans Water,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Camberwell Now,
Bill Near,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Fire Engines,
Circle Jerks,
Gang Starr,
Throbbing Gristle,
James White and The Blacks,
Wally Richardson,
Amon Düül II,
Tears for Fears,
Adolescents,
Deepchord,
Niagra,
The Gladiators,
Q and Not U,
Silicon Teens,
The Red Krayola,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Spandau Ballet,
Black Sheep,
Soft Cell,
Brick,
David Axelrod,
The Leaves,
The Dirtbombs,
The Doobie Brothers,
48th St. Collective,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sunsets and Hearts,
This Heat,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Slick Rick,
The Residents,
Cameo,
Warren Ellis,
Monolake,
Terrestrial Tones,
Yusef Lateef,
Make Up,
Toni Rubio,
10cc,
PIL,
Aloha Tigers,
Jandek,
The Martian,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Hardrive,
Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore.
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.