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 Dominican Republic and from Mumbai.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Toronto.
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 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 The Busters to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Curtis Mayfield. All the underground hits.
All Gang Starr tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yusef Lateef record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Eric Dolphy,
Circle Jerks,
Max Romeo,
Quadrant,
Essential Logic,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
FM Einheit,
Basic Channel,
The Doors,
Sällskapet,
Letta Mbulu,
DJ Style,
Pantytec,
The Doobie Brothers,
Chris Corsano,
Angry Samoans,
Mark Hollis,
Eddi Front,
Goldenarms,
Sparks,
The Cramps,
Blake Baxter,
the Germs,
Barrington Levy,
Yusef Lateef,
Aaron Thompson,
The Remains,
Kool Moe Dee,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Invisible,
Grey Daturas,
Jesper Dahlback,
Tim Buckley,
Bauhaus,
The Sound,
Idris Muhammad,
Panda Bear,
Bush Tetras,
Sonic Youth,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Iggy Pop,
Robert Hood,
Gong,
Khruangbin,
Sound Behaviour,
Crime,
James Chance & The Contortions,
OOIOO,
Johnny Clarke,
the Soft Cell,
Anakelly,
The Mojo Men,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Golliwogs,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Amazonics,
Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill.
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.