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 Cambodia and from New York.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Starr. All the underground hits.
All Yaz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Whodini 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masters at Work record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare 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 Remains,
Thompson Twins,
Rod Modell,
A Certain Ratio,
Kerrie Biddell,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Grey Daturas,
Deepchord,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Kinks,
Cecil Taylor,
Reagan Youth,
Byron Stingily,
Ludus,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Tim Buckley,
Moebius,
Aural Exciters,
Camouflage,
Henry Cow,
Lightning Bolt,
Slick Rick,
MDC,
Lyres,
Shoche,
Roy Ayers,
Gil Scott Heron,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Brass Construction,
Sun Ra,
Sister Nancy,
Sarah Menescal,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Detroit Cobras,
Connie Case,
Youth Brigade,
The Fortunes,
Tres Demented,
Outsiders,
David Axelrod,
Make Up,
Bobby Womack,
Radiopuhelimet,
Joyce Sims,
James White and The Blacks,
Warsaw,
Nick Fraelich,
The Fire Engines,
Spoonie Gee,
Brand Nubian,
Barrington Levy,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Circle Jerks,
Gang Green,
Flamin' Groovies,
Crooked Eye,
Todd Rundgren,
Minny Pops,
the Germs,
Jerry Gold Smith,
June of 44, June of 44, June of 44, June of 44.
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.