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 Antigua and from Lagos.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Mark Hollis to the crunk 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 Cramps. All the underground hits.
All Wally Richardson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every EPMD record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rahsaan Roland Kirk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grauzone,
Alphaville,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Funkadelic,
Brand Nubian,
Agent Orange,
These Immortal Souls,
Wasted Youth,
Shoche,
The Slackers,
Brick,
Henry Cow,
Banda Bassotti,
Jawbox,
Eddi Front,
Simply Red,
Thee Headcoats,
Kevin Saunderson,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Glambeats Corp.,
Interpol,
Morten Harket,
The Fire Engines,
The Music Machine,
Skarface,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The American Breed,
The Last Poets,
The Cowsills,
The Dave Clark Five,
Spoonie Gee,
Roxette,
Sun Ra,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Gap Band,
David Bowie,
Rekid,
The Knickerbockers,
DJ Style,
June Days,
Sällskapet,
Eurythmics,
Oblivians,
Minutemen,
T.S.O.L.,
Cybotron,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Tommy Roe,
The Alarm Clocks,
X-102,
Rites of Spring,
Nas,
The Sound,
The Shadows of Knight,
Scratch Acid,
Babytalk,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Tubeway Army,
Soft Machine,
The Pretty Things,
The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs.
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.