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 Qatar and from Salvador.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five to the techno 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 cv313. All the underground hits.
All Sly & The Family Stone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Massinfluence record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a London Community Gospel Choir record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brothers Johnson,
Vladislav Delay,
Barry Ungar,
Faust,
Glenn Branca,
The Skatalites,
Ronan,
Magazine,
The Young Rascals,
Crooked Eye,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ice-T,
New Order,
Ultravox,
the Fania All-Stars,
Tears for Fears,
Jerry's Kids,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Marc Almond,
Stockholm Monsters,
Drive Like Jehu,
Terrestrial Tones,
Erykah Badu,
Ossler,
Harry Pussy,
Roxette,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Real Kids,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Icehouse,
Sonic Youth,
Ten City,
Bootsy Collins,
Cluster,
Glambeats Corp.,
Nils Olav,
the Germs,
Thompson Twins,
Mars,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Mr. Review,
The Stooges,
Pylon,
Lyres,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Eve St. Jones,
Sandy B,
The Blackbyrds,
Boredoms,
Sun Ra,
Mark Hollis,
Bobby Byrd,
Lee Hazlewood,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Prince Buster,
Silicon Teens,
Curtis Mayfield,
Severed Heads,
Fluxion,
Mandrill,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sarah Menescal,
PIL,
Black Flag,
Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs.
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.