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 Estonia and from Toronto.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 chamberlin 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 X-Ray Spex to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Altered Images tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABBA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bang On A Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Judy Mowatt,
The Gun Club,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Gories,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Seeds,
Gichy Dan,
Cameo,
Terry Callier,
Dave Gahan,
Surgeon,
Mad Mike,
Althea and Donna,
Sugar Minott,
The Grass Roots,
The New Christs,
Audionom,
Metal Thangz,
Echospace,
Skaos,
Hoover,
Underground Resistance,
Bush Tetras,
Todd Terry,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Royal Trux,
Panda Bear,
Sexual Harrassment,
Masters at Work,
Crash Course in Science,
Flash Fearless,
The Beau Brummels,
The Residents,
Depeche Mode,
Porter Ricks,
Lucky Dragons,
Amon Düül II,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Selecter,
Deakin,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sparks,
The Sonics,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sarah Menescal,
Curtis Mayfield,
Joyce Sims,
The Mummies,
Kayak,
Arthur Verocai,
The Searchers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Derrick Morgan,
Scientists,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
David Axelrod,
Alice Coltrane,
Fatback Band,
Gang Green,
The Happenings,
The Angels of Light,
Tommy Roe,
ABBA, ABBA, ABBA, ABBA.
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.