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 Netherlands and from Sao Paulo.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 chamberlin 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 The Black Dice to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All Pylon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Can 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aural Exciters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Enemy,
Stockholm Monsters,
Mission of Burma,
Ohio Players,
Gang Gang Dance,
Henry Cow,
Altered Images,
Drive Like Jehu,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ronnie Foster,
This Heat,
the Germs,
Monolake,
Laurel Aitken,
The Buckinghams,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
London Community Gospel Choir,
L. Decosne,
K-Klass,
New Age Steppers,
Amon Düül II,
Moss Icon,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Yazoo,
Moby Grape,
the Sonics,
Bronski Beat,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Motions,
Prince Buster,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Audionom,
Roxy Music,
Connie Case,
the Human League,
Delon & Dalcan,
Albert Ayler,
Faust,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Brick,
Scion,
The Toasters,
Josef K,
The Slits,
Stetsasonic,
Pagans,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Gories,
Sparks,
Chrome,
Drexciya,
Brand Nubian,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Birthday Party,
Kurtis Blow,
The Angels of Light,
Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra.
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.