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 Tuvalu and from Johannesburg.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Paris.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Babytalk to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Normal. All the underground hits.
All Wasted Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sarah Menescal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Fire Engines,
Wire,
Godley & Creme,
The Names,
The Young Rascals,
H. Thieme,
Technova,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Depeche Mode,
Kool Moe Dee,
Hasil Adkins,
Lakeside,
Intrusion,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Gladiators,
UT,
Goldenarms,
Sarah Menescal,
the Germs,
Roxy Music,
Mark Hollis,
Wally Richardson,
The Fall,
Pole,
Howard Jones,
Zapp,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Harry Pussy,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Flamin' Groovies,
In Retrospect,
The Gories,
Faraquet,
Niagra,
Big Daddy Kane,
Heaven 17,
Eden Ahbez,
The Fugs,
Susan Cadogan,
Soft Machine,
Von Mondo,
Kevin Saunderson,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lalo Schifrin,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Infiniti,
The Neon Judgement,
Scan 7,
Joy Division,
Soul Sonic Force,
Pantytec,
The Dirtbombs,
X-Ray Spex,
Vainqueur,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Black Pus,
Marcia Griffiths,
Jacob Miller,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Y Pants,
Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül.
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.