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 Honduras and from Beijing.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Procol Harum to the rock 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 Marcia Griffiths. All the underground hits.
All Rhythim Is Rhythim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scan 7 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 48th St. Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Count Five,
Agitation Free,
Tropical Tobacco,
Magma,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Con Funk Shun,
Absolute Body Control,
The Smiths,
The Evens,
Aaron Thompson,
The Durutti Column,
Jeff Mills,
Sonny Sharrock,
Model 500,
Davy DMX,
The Doors,
Bluetip,
Drexciya,
The Neon Judgement,
Roger Hodgson,
The United States of America,
Cal Tjader,
Eve St. Jones,
Theoretical Girls,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Rod Modell,
The Electric Prunes,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Neu!,
Gil Scott Heron,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Camouflage,
Black Flag,
The Fuzztones,
Gang of Four,
Deadbeat,
Lucky Dragons,
Motorama,
Rotary Connection,
The Monochrome Set,
New Age Steppers,
Eli Mardock,
X-Ray Spex,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Star Department,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Brothers Johnson,
The Sound,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Hashim,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Chris Corsano,
Angry Samoans,
DJ Style,
the Swans,
Bush Tetras,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sugar Minott,
The Walker Brothers,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
John Foxx,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A.
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.