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 Sierra Leone 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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 808 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 Loose Ends to the dance 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 Gang Gang Dance. All the underground hits.
All Jacques Brel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fear 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maleditus Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Con Funk Shun,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Moebius,
Throbbing Gristle,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Fugazi,
Archie Shepp,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Yazoo,
Neil Young,
The Fuzztones,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sam Rivers,
Ohio Players,
Rosa Yemen,
Joe Finger,
Motorama,
Public Image Ltd.,
Cluster,
Ultra Naté,
Jimmy McGriff,
Q and Not U,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Cowsills,
Davy DMX,
Scrapy,
Public Enemy,
The Gun Club,
Faraquet,
Altered Images,
Parry Music,
R.M.O.,
Max Romeo,
Chris Corsano,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
New York Dolls,
Henry Cow,
Sällskapet,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Black Moon,
Donny Hathaway,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Wire,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Das Ding,
Byron Stingily,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gregory Isaacs,
Black Pus,
Charles Mingus,
Dave Gahan,
The Skatalites,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Blues Magoos,
OOIOO,
Scratch Acid,
Basic Channel,
Crispian St. Peters,
Kerrie Biddell,
Quadrant,
The Real Kids,
Funkadelic,
Danielle Patucci,
Aswad, Aswad, Aswad, Aswad.
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.