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 San Marino and from Copenhagen.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Excepter to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 KRS-One. All the underground hits.
All Cluster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Slits 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zapp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Vogues,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Last Poets,
Motorama,
Prince Buster,
Flash Fearless,
Scrapy,
Sun Ra,
CMW,
Absolute Body Control,
Kurtis Blow,
Animal Collective,
cv313,
Hardrive,
Ituana,
Gerry Rafferty,
Au Pairs,
X-101,
Bill Wells,
Jawbox,
The Doors,
Negative Approach,
kango's stein massive,
Pylon,
Pere Ubu,
Hasil Adkins,
Reagan Youth,
Blake Baxter,
Jeff Mills,
The Pretty Things,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Masters at Work,
Sparks,
Avey Tare,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Matthew Bourne,
Amon Düül II,
The Barracudas,
The Buckinghams,
Quantec,
Colin Newman,
Gregory Isaacs,
Iggy Pop,
Scion,
Von Mondo,
Davy DMX,
Graham Central Station,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Crash Course in Science,
Bob Dylan,
Magma,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bronski Beat,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Tubeway Army,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Cymande,
Youth Brigade,
The Gap Band,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane.
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.