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 Eritrea and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 808 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 Terrestrial Tones to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Massinfluence. All the underground hits.
All Fugazi tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agitation Free record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neu!,
Mo-Dettes,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Mr. Review,
The Buckinghams,
Don Cherry,
Ronnie Foster,
Eric Dolphy,
Suburban Knight,
Malaria!,
Mission of Burma,
Josef K,
Warren Ellis,
Harry Pussy,
The Alarm Clocks,
Tres Demented,
Unrelated Segments,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Mummies,
Kerrie Biddell,
Maleditus Sound,
Soulsonic Force,
Oneida,
The Wake,
Jacques Brel,
Ornette Coleman,
Minny Pops,
F. McDonald,
Electric Prunes,
the Human League,
Arab on Radar,
Erasure,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
kango's stein massive,
Robert Hood,
Marshall Jefferson,
a-ha,
Boz Scaggs,
The Shadows of Knight,
Jandek,
Depeche Mode,
Rites of Spring,
The Music Machine,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gong,
Zero Boys,
Agitation Free,
Sun City Girls,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ice-T,
Ten City,
Moss Icon,
Minnie Riperton,
Index,
R.M.O.,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement.
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.