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 Netherlands and from Stockholm.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Sarah Menescal to the crunk 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 The Last Poets. All the underground hits.
All Ponytail tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Jesus and Mary Chain record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Amazonics,
Mantronix,
Jeru the Damaja,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bang On A Can,
Jawbox,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kerrie Biddell,
Echospace,
The Knickerbockers,
Joy Division,
The Blackbyrds,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sound Behaviour,
T.S.O.L.,
Mars,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Minutemen,
In Retrospect,
Alton Ellis,
KRS-One,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Avey Tare,
Cheater Slicks,
Absolute Body Control,
The Victims,
The Index,
The American Breed,
Franke,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ken Boothe,
Underground Resistance,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Trojans,
Idris Muhammad,
The Modern Lovers,
Nation of Ulysses,
Banda Bassotti,
the Soft Cell,
Tropical Tobacco,
Robert Görl,
The Five Americans,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Animal Collective,
Malaria!,
Darondo,
Cameo,
Ornette Coleman,
China Crisis,
Sister Nancy,
X-101,
Pierre Henry,
The Beau Brummels,
Buzzcocks,
Eddi Front,
Quantec,
Ultra Naté,
The Cowsills,
Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee.
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.