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 Ethiopia and from Paris.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Johnny Clarke to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Carl Craig. All the underground hits.
All De La Soul & Jungle Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Count Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ponytail record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
48th St. Collective,
Eddi Front,
Interpol,
Fat Boys,
Barry Ungar,
The Count Five,
the Normal,
The Mojo Men,
Guru Guru,
The Five Americans,
Danielle Patucci,
Harry Pussy,
Dave Gahan,
Stetsasonic,
Chris & Cosey,
Intrusion,
Ludus,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ornette Coleman,
X-102,
Minor Threat,
Aural Exciters,
Schoolly D,
Sister Nancy,
the Germs,
The Fortunes,
The Litter,
New York Dolls,
Darondo,
Qualms,
Lou Reed,
The Human League,
The Shadows of Knight,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bob Dylan,
Barclay James Harvest,
Easy Going,
Brick,
Altered Images,
Buzzcocks,
Scratch Acid,
The Mighty Diamonds,
the Human League,
Eric B and Rakim,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Curtis Mayfield,
Alphaville,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Country Teasers,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Boogie Down Productions,
Kevin Saunderson,
Make Up,
Brand Nubian,
Sparks,
Deakin, Deakin, Deakin, Deakin.
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.