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 Kazakhstan and from Johannesburg.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Robert Palmer 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 Sonic Youth to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Simply Red tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young 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 chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Almond,
X-102,
Sixth Finger,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Moody Blues,
Tropical Tobacco,
Blossom Toes,
Eric B and Rakim,
Tommy Roe,
Ice-T,
The Slits,
The Stooges,
Bill Near,
Scan 7,
Skarface,
UT,
Gang Starr,
Hoover,
Roger Hodgson,
Marvin Gaye,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Fear,
The Evens,
Byron Stingily,
Pole,
Clear Light,
Albert Ayler,
Harry Pussy,
Nas,
Nirvana,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
David Axelrod,
Tomorrow,
Buzzcocks,
Mr. Review,
Zapp,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Los Fastidios,
Pulsallama,
T.S.O.L.,
Dawn Penn,
Stiv Bators,
Dennis Brown,
Guru Guru,
Idris Muhammad,
Aural Exciters,
Wolf Eyes,
Boredoms,
The Real Kids,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Mandrill,
Flash Fearless,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Pop Group,
Cybotron,
Soul II Soul,
The Motions,
Donny Hathaway,
Fugazi,
Rhythm & Sound,
Magazine,
Kerri Chandler,
The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers.
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.