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 Maldives 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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Monolake to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Kenny Larkin. All the underground hits.
All the Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New York Dolls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Royal Family And The Poor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Green,
The Doobie Brothers,
Young Marble Giants,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Iggy Pop,
The Fugs,
Bang On A Can,
Cybotron,
Marcia Griffiths,
Tropical Tobacco,
Eve St. Jones,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lindisfarne,
The Pretty Things,
OOIOO,
The Searchers,
Newcleus,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Zeros,
Interpol,
Blancmange,
The American Breed,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bobby Womack,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
L. Decosne,
Dark Day,
Judy Mowatt,
DNA,
Amazonics,
Ken Boothe,
The Tremeloes,
Erykah Badu,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Arab on Radar,
Kool Moe Dee,
Section 25,
Fluxion,
The Sonics,
Malaria!,
The Durutti Column,
Metal Thangz,
Crash Course in Science,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Kevin Saunderson,
Suburban Knight,
Funkadelic,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Talk Talk,
The Smiths,
DJ Sneak,
The Fuzztones,
Alton Ellis,
Boredoms,
Gregory Isaacs,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Invisible,
Chris & Cosey,
Accadde A,
Amon Düül II,
Radiopuhelimet,
Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca.
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.