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 Taiwan and from Jakarta.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 synthesizer 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 Terry Callier to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Glenn Branca. All the underground hits.
All Reuben Wilson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Colin Newman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Curtis Mayfield record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pop Group,
the Slits,
John Holt,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Dual Sessions,
Organ,
Altered Images,
The Gun Club,
The Modern Lovers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
John Cale,
Ultimate Spinach,
Matthew Bourne,
Brick,
The Remains,
Eurythmics,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Camouflage,
Roy Ayers,
Scan 7,
Underground Resistance,
The Move,
Swell Maps,
Zapp,
The United States of America,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Guru Guru,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Misunderstood,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Slits,
John Foxx,
The Electric Prunes,
The Leaves,
The Fall,
These Immortal Souls,
Von Mondo,
Grandmaster Flash,
KRS-One,
Agent Orange,
Donny Hathaway,
Johnny Osbourne,
Agitation Free,
Spoonie Gee,
Procol Harum,
Accadde A,
The Mummies,
Drexciya,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gang Green,
Index,
Johnny Clarke,
This Heat,
Kool Moe Dee,
Patti Smith,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sun Ra,
Jandek, Jandek, Jandek, Jandek.
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.