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 Slovakia and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Howard Jones to the electroclash 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 Dead Boys. All the underground hits.
All Gabor Szabo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 48th St. Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June Days record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sarah Menescal,
Piero Umiliani,
The Kinks,
Vainqueur,
Thee Headcoats,
the Fania All-Stars,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Can,
DNA,
Joy Division,
Bauhaus,
Urselle,
Pylon,
the Sonics,
Peter & Gordon,
Quando Quango,
the Germs,
Unrelated Segments,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Max Romeo,
Althea and Donna,
Massinfluence,
Trumans Water,
Desert Stars,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Scrapy,
The Buckinghams,
Colin Newman,
Todd Terry,
Cameo,
Second Layer,
Black Sheep,
Amon Düül II,
Traffic Nightmare,
the Normal,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Motions,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bronski Beat,
Wings,
Excepter,
X-102,
Flamin' Groovies,
Matthew Halsall,
cv313,
Black Pus,
Fat Boys,
The Velvet Underground,
Drive Like Jehu,
This Heat,
the Swans,
Morten Harket,
Junior Murvin,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Nils Olav,
Bill Near,
Marvin Gaye,
Thompson Twins,
Tears for Fears,
The Smoke,
Niagra, Niagra, Niagra, Niagra.
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.