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 Jamaica and from Bologna.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 marimba 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 Monks to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Harry Pussy. All the underground hits.
All The Mojo Men tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Theoretical Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Newcleus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Wells,
Reuben Wilson,
Masters at Work,
Jandek,
Moby Grape,
Ultimate Spinach,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Althea and Donna,
CMW,
Symarip,
Crash Course in Science,
Negative Approach,
Yusef Lateef,
The American Breed,
Jeru the Damaja,
The United States of America,
The Sound,
Fat Boys,
The Alarm Clocks,
Vladislav Delay,
The Gories,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Mark Hollis,
Darondo,
Minor Threat,
Sun City Girls,
The Cowsills,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Laurel Aitken,
The Residents,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Au Pairs,
kango's stein massive,
DJ Style,
Godley & Creme,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Radiopuhelimet,
Delta 5,
Dawn Penn,
Excepter,
Barry Ungar,
Kool Moe Dee,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Hot Snakes,
The Barracudas,
Suicide,
The Names,
Slick Rick,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Basic Channel,
The Dead C,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Josef K,
Sound Behaviour,
Maleditus Sound,
Jerry's Kids,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Last Poets,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Tears for Fears,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Angels of Light,
The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters.
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.