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 Israel and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and London.
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 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 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 X-102 to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Oppenheimer Analysis. All the underground hits.
All Ultravox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mo-Dettes 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sisters of Mercy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
PIL,
Mo-Dettes,
Bang On A Can,
Eddi Front,
Thompson Twins,
Crime,
Avey Tare,
Robert Görl,
Gabor Szabo,
Wasted Youth,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Animal Collective,
Procol Harum,
The Stooges,
The Mojo Men,
David McCallum,
Lakeside,
Alphaville,
Bobby Sherman,
Ten City,
The Fugs,
Peter & Gordon,
Fad Gadget,
The Red Krayola,
Minor Threat,
Johnny Osbourne,
The American Breed,
The Neon Judgement,
Loose Ends,
Mission of Burma,
Arab on Radar,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lindisfarne,
The Raincoats,
Japan,
Shuggie Otis,
Mars,
The J.B.'s,
Joe Smooth,
cv313,
Black Moon,
Tres Demented,
Sandy B,
One Last Wish,
Soulsonic Force,
MC5,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Angry Samoans,
Delon & Dalcan,
Supertramp,
Chris Corsano,
Fela Kuti,
Sonic Youth,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
AZ,
The Sound,
Barrington Levy,
Mandrill,
Matthew Bourne,
The Fall, The Fall, The Fall, The Fall.
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.