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 New Zealand and from Jakarta.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 synthesizer 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 Leonard Cohen to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Popol Vuh. All the underground hits.
All the Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monks 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 theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The American Breed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
KRS-One,
Davy DMX,
Wings,
Tom Boy,
Fad Gadget,
Blancmange,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Roxette,
Camberwell Now,
The Durutti Column,
Popol Vuh,
Cal Tjader,
DJ Style,
Glenn Branca,
Deadbeat,
Sam Rivers,
Motorama,
China Crisis,
Kurtis Blow,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Juan Atkins,
Mary Jane Girls,
Archie Shepp,
Severed Heads,
Hasil Adkins,
Sonny Sharrock,
Stockholm Monsters,
Matthew Bourne,
Sixth Finger,
Minnie Riperton,
The Monks,
Marine Girls,
Dennis Brown,
MDC,
Franke,
The Blackbyrds,
Intrusion,
10cc,
Interpol,
The Mummies,
The Motions,
The Monochrome Set,
Eddi Front,
Janne Schatter,
Lindisfarne,
Barrington Levy,
the Normal,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
JFA,
Sällskapet,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Chrome,
Ludus,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bob Dylan,
Neu!,
Inner City,
The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes.
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.