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 Slovenia and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Lyres to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Minor Threat. All the underground hits.
All Lower 48 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tom Boy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wasted Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Prunes,
Organ,
Zapp,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Marc Almond,
PIL,
The Young Rascals,
ABC,
Youth Brigade,
the Sonics,
Dave Gahan,
Joe Finger,
Pussy Galore,
Harmonia,
Hardrive,
The Grass Roots,
the Fania All-Stars,
Pharoah Sanders,
Tres Demented,
Panda Bear,
Scan 7,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Niagra,
Rhythm & Sound,
Jeff Lynne,
Audionom,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Donald Byrd,
June Days,
Eric Dolphy,
Procol Harum,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sister Nancy,
H. Thieme,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Cramps,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bobby Sherman,
Mo-Dettes,
Schoolly D,
MDC,
Todd Terry,
the Normal,
Eddi Front,
Interpol,
Theoretical Girls,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Misunderstood,
Excepter,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lightning Bolt,
Whodini,
Animal Collective,
Johnny Osbourne,
Minny Pops,
JFA,
World's Most,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Cal Tjader,
Monks,
Make Up, Make Up, Make Up, Make Up.
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.