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 Malawi and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Todd Rundgren to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Buckinghams. All the underground hits.
All Alice Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scan 7 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a It's A Beautiful Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Residents,
Oneida,
The Slackers,
Black Sheep,
Siglo XX,
Mad Mike,
ABC,
Parry Music,
The Beau Brummels,
The Angels of Light,
Junior Murvin,
Visage,
Danielle Patucci,
China Crisis,
Television,
The Cramps,
Sällskapet,
Brick,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Remains,
Steve Hackett,
The Buckinghams,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Jeff Mills,
The Associates,
Skarface,
Royal Trux,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Pere Ubu,
Arcadia,
H. Thieme,
Crooked Eye,
Quantec,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Procol Harum,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Motions,
Masters at Work,
Icehouse,
La Düsseldorf,
Mary Jane Girls,
Surgeon,
L. Decosne,
Minor Threat,
Loose Ends,
DJ Style,
The Kinks,
Absolute Body Control,
the Human League,
Jawbox,
Roxy Music,
Swell Maps,
Thompson Twins,
Tubeway Army,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Pulsallama,
Los Fastidios,
Brand Nubian,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
MC5,
Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy.
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.