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 Guinea and from Columbus.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 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 The Techniques 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 The Fuzztones. All the underground hits.
All Pere Ubu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Coltrane 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Teasers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Desert Stars,
The Cramps,
Nico,
Magazine,
X-102,
Magma,
Blancmange,
Maleditus Sound,
Delon & Dalcan,
Suicide,
Ituana,
Goldenarms,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Fluxion,
The Misunderstood,
Hasil Adkins,
Pylon,
Soft Cell,
The Standells,
Shuggie Otis,
Sun Ra,
The Zeros,
Fad Gadget,
Pantaleimon,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Shadows of Knight,
Duran Duran,
Terry Callier,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Joe Finger,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Khruangbin,
A Certain Ratio,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Velvet Underground,
Soul II Soul,
Girls At Our Best!,
Newcleus,
June of 44,
The Leaves,
The Busters,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Count Five,
Pierre Henry,
Prince Buster,
Oneida,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lalann,
Neu!,
Mary Jane Girls,
Matthew Bourne,
Scion,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Throbbing Gristle,
Camouflage,
Man Parrish,
Aloha Tigers,
The Detroit Cobras,
CMW,
Godley & Creme,
Rosa Yemen,
X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex.
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.