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 Zimbabwe and from Halifax.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
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 JFA to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 T.S.O.L.. All the underground hits.
All Crooked Eye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Golliwogs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fort Wilson Riot record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Severed Heads,
KRS-One,
Janne Schatter,
Easy Going,
Piero Umiliani,
The Busters,
Nik Kershaw,
The Divine Comedy,
Public Image Ltd.,
Dead Boys,
Chrome,
These Immortal Souls,
Niagra,
The Birthday Party,
The New Christs,
Curtis Mayfield,
E-Dancer,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Max Romeo,
Sixth Finger,
Big Daddy Kane,
Underground Resistance,
The Raincoats,
The Monochrome Set,
Audionom,
Todd Terry,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Neil Young,
Ponytail,
Boredoms,
Moebius,
Basic Channel,
Liliput,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Kenny Larkin,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Hardrive,
Babytalk,
DJ Sneak,
Faraquet,
Camberwell Now,
The Offenders,
Freddie Wadling,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Stooges,
Shoche,
Stiv Bators,
Surgeon,
Agent Orange,
David Bowie,
Sparks,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Idris Muhammad,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Camouflage,
Black Sheep,
Skarface,
Jacques Brel,
The Fortunes,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron.
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.