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 Burkina and from Beijing.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Fear to the funk 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 Technova. All the underground hits.
All Agent Orange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Junior Murvin 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris & Cosey,
Magma,
Mars,
Barbara Tucker,
Deakin,
Erykah Badu,
The Litter,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bauhaus,
Lou Christie,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Dark Day,
Bad Manners,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Mojo Men,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bill Wells,
Scratch Acid,
Agitation Free,
Television,
The Detroit Cobras,
Tubeway Army,
Q and Not U,
Liliput,
K-Klass,
Scrapy,
Quadrant,
Nils Olav,
The Neon Judgement,
Circle Jerks,
The Five Americans,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ultravox,
Masters at Work,
Mad Mike,
Crime,
Glambeats Corp.,
Michelle Simonal,
Babytalk,
Soft Machine,
Gang Gang Dance,
Eurythmics,
Crispian St. Peters,
Prince Buster,
Simply Red,
Derrick Morgan,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Dennis Brown,
The Fuzztones,
Kurtis Blow,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Cybotron,
Royal Trux,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The American Breed,
Mary Jane Girls,
Mr. Review,
The Gun Club,
Hasil Adkins,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Crash Course in Science,
Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan.
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.