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 Albania and from Houston.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 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 Eyeless In Gaza to the rap 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 Frankie Knuckles. All the underground hits.
All A Certain Ratio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lower 48 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Gang Dance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T.S.O.L.,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Young Rascals,
Supertramp,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Minny Pops,
X-102,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Swell Maps,
Absolute Body Control,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Names,
Lalann,
The Litter,
The Mighty Diamonds,
48th St. Collective,
The Cramps,
The Blues Magoos,
Ken Boothe,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Nico,
Josef K,
The Doobie Brothers,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Oneida,
Rhythm & Sound,
Roxy Music,
Stereo Dub,
Lucky Dragons,
Frankie Knuckles,
Das Ding,
The Doors,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Jeff Mills,
The Gories,
Rod Modell,
B.T. Express,
The Moleskins,
Cybotron,
Prince Buster,
Big Daddy Kane,
Roger Hodgson,
Alphaville,
Blancmange,
The Fortunes,
Ultravox,
Lyres,
Man Eating Sloth,
UT,
Marcia Griffiths,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Albert Ayler,
The Sonics,
Oblivians,
Accadde A,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Chrome,
Funky Four + One,
Liliput,
The Trojans,
Inner City, Inner City, Inner City, Inner City.
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.