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 Kazakhstan and from Tehran.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Glenn Branca to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Shuggie Otis. All the underground hits.
All Albert Ayler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool G Rap & DJ Polo 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 snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy's Rubber Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dennis Brown,
Bobbi Humphrey,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Index,
Intrusion,
Gabor Szabo,
F. McDonald,
The Detroit Cobras,
Junior Murvin,
Little Man,
DNA,
Swell Maps,
Moebius,
Juan Atkins,
The Standells,
Letta Mbulu,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Tomorrow,
This Heat,
Donny Hathaway,
the Slits,
Flipper,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Niagra,
The Pop Group,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sällskapet,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Grass Roots,
Joy Division,
Aural Exciters,
Darondo,
Todd Rundgren,
Zero Boys,
Harry Pussy,
Smog,
Flash Fearless,
Eve St. Jones,
Hot Snakes,
Liliput,
Desert Stars,
June Days,
Skaos,
Monks,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Star Department,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Dead C,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
David Bowie,
The Martian,
Joensuu 1685,
Quantec,
Harmonia,
Young Marble Giants,
The Trojans,
Moby Grape,
Neu!,
Rufus Thomas,
Cybotron,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light.
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.