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 Singapore and from Shanghai.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 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 Ultramagnetic MC's to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Eric B and Rakim. All the underground hits.
All X-101 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Bar-Kays record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Toasters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suburban Knight,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
John Holt,
The Busters,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
the Swans,
Eric Dolphy,
Cluster,
Albert Ayler,
Index,
Ultravox,
The Dead C,
Brand Nubian,
James Chance & The Contortions,
X-101,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Glambeats Corp.,
X-Ray Spex,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Reagan Youth,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Doobie Brothers,
Scrapy,
Camouflage,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Tim Buckley,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Buckinghams,
MDC,
Loose Ends,
Talk Talk,
Drexciya,
Outsiders,
Marshall Jefferson,
Skarface,
Warren Ellis,
Average White Band,
Newcleus,
Liliput,
Todd Rundgren,
Steve Hackett,
Rakim,
The Walker Brothers,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
T.S.O.L.,
Roger Hodgson,
Peter and Kerry,
Glenn Branca,
Toni Rubio,
Quando Quango,
New Age Steppers,
Gong,
The Mummies,
Charles Mingus,
Public Image Ltd.,
Al Stewart,
Mary Jane Girls,
X-102,
Rites of Spring,
Main Source,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Slackers,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic.
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.