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 Italy and from Manchester.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Donald Byrd to the electroclash 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 Avey Tare. All the underground hits.
All Lou Christie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grauzone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Count Five,
Ralphi Rosario,
Anakelly,
Derrick Morgan,
Fad Gadget,
Pet Shop Boys,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Rod Modell,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Eden Ahbez,
The Last Poets,
Aswad,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Kinks,
ABC,
Camberwell Now,
Lou Reed,
Thee Headcoats,
The Real Kids,
Bobby Womack,
Deakin,
The Victims,
AZ,
Monolake,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Masters at Work,
Cameo,
Patti Smith,
Byron Stingily,
Gichy Dan,
Newcleus,
The Wake,
The Associates,
DNA,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Barry Ungar,
Al Stewart,
The Sonics,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Knickerbockers,
Erasure,
Supertramp,
The New Christs,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Scott Walker,
Jerry's Kids,
Outsiders,
John Coltrane,
Essential Logic,
The Slackers,
Swell Maps,
Bush Tetras,
Bauhaus,
Isaac Hayes,
Slick Rick,
Babytalk,
Soulsonic Force,
LL Cool J,
Skarface,
The Invisible,
Albert Ayler,
Jeru the Damaja,
Circle Jerks,
The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks.
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.