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 Pakistan and from Johannesburg.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 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 Mary Jane Girls to the funk 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 The New Christs. All the underground hits.
All Eric B and Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Das Ding record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agitation Free record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skaos,
Blossom Toes,
The Moleskins,
Tres Demented,
Aloha Tigers,
Accadde A,
Connie Case,
The Seeds,
Nas,
Slave,
Dead Boys,
The Barracudas,
Johnny Osbourne,
Colin Newman,
Man Eating Sloth,
Scrapy,
Morten Harket,
Tim Buckley,
The Zeros,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Wolf Eyes,
Henry Cow,
Von Mondo,
Donny Hathaway,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Thee Headcoats,
Shoche,
The Cowsills,
Marine Girls,
Bobby Womack,
Kaleidoscope,
Terry Callier,
World's Most,
John Cale,
Alton Ellis,
Y Pants,
Archie Shepp,
Rufus Thomas,
Barrington Levy,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sun City Girls,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bang On A Can,
Yusef Lateef,
the Normal,
Hasil Adkins,
Sound Behaviour,
Amazonics,
Wally Richardson,
Goldenarms,
Joyce Sims,
The Index,
Public Enemy,
Wire,
Amon Düül,
Jeff Lynne,
Quando Quango,
Kerri Chandler,
Ohio Players,
Camouflage,
Iggy Pop,
These Immortal Souls,
The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice.
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.