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 Suriname and from Accra.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 güiro 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 Skriet 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 The Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Eli Mardock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every U.S. Maple record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Circle Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sisters of Mercy,
This Heat,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Accadde A,
Brothers Johnson,
Sam Rivers,
Reuben Wilson,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gang Green,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Black Dice,
Harmonia,
Das Ding,
Gregory Isaacs,
Pet Shop Boys,
Robert Hood,
Adolescents,
Stetsasonic,
Wings,
Minny Pops,
Bill Near,
Aaron Thompson,
The Litter,
X-Ray Spex,
T. Rex,
Unwound,
The Happenings,
Soul II Soul,
Japan,
Avey Tare,
Janne Schatter,
Danielle Patucci,
Intrusion,
Circle Jerks,
Barclay James Harvest,
Model 500,
Whodini,
Black Flag,
Blancmange,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bob Dylan,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Gories,
Jeff Lynne,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Mr. Review,
Mars,
Minnie Riperton,
Jandek,
The Divine Comedy,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Skatalites,
Arab on Radar,
Robert Görl,
The Slackers,
James White and The Blacks,
Faraquet,
Fatback Band,
Scientists,
FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit.
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.