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 Guatemala and from Bremen.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Bobby Byrd to the grime 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 Parry Music. All the underground hits.
All Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smiths 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skarface record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James White and The Blacks,
The Trojans,
The Toasters,
Peter & Gordon,
Angry Samoans,
Sun City Girls,
Sonny Sharrock,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Man Parrish,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Carl Craig,
Lou Christie,
U.S. Maple,
Qualms,
The Golliwogs,
The Monks,
Davy DMX,
Rhythm & Sound,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Second Layer,
The Modern Lovers,
Al Stewart,
Flash Fearless,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Saccharine Trust,
F. McDonald,
Josef K,
The Happenings,
Newcleus,
Pussy Galore,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The J.B.'s,
the Normal,
Marshall Jefferson,
Connie Case,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Black Moon,
Quando Quango,
Eve St. Jones,
Vainqueur,
Mandrill,
Sarah Menescal,
Unwound,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Monochrome Set,
The Smiths,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lyres,
Sixth Finger,
Ultra Naté,
The Dead C,
Ice-T,
The Last Poets,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Robert Hood,
Groovy Waters,
Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan.
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.