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 Zambia and from Edmonton.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Vainqueur to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Nico. All the underground hits.
All Grey Daturas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siouxsie and the Banshees record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Eating Sloth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantaleimon,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Fire Engines,
The Index,
The American Breed,
One Last Wish,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Toasters,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lalo Schifrin,
X-102,
Second Layer,
Los Fastidios,
Derrick Morgan,
The Knickerbockers,
Youth Brigade,
The Standells,
The Gap Band,
Infiniti,
Cal Tjader,
Maurizio,
The Pretty Things,
Hasil Adkins,
The Fugs,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
D'Angelo,
The Searchers,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kerri Chandler,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Avey Tare,
Eric Dolphy,
The Blackbyrds,
Ultra Naté,
Faraquet,
Mary Jane Girls,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ultimate Spinach,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Negative Approach,
Sarah Menescal,
Laurel Aitken,
Josef K,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Fugazi,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Thompson Twins,
Boz Scaggs,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sun City Girls,
The Cowsills,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Star Department,
Ohio Players,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ice-T,
Nas,
Alice Coltrane,
Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica.
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.