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 Croatia and from Manila.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Leaves to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 These Immortal Souls. All the underground hits.
All FM Einheit tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drive Like Jehu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sister Nancy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The United States of America,
One Last Wish,
Icehouse,
Connie Case,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Tommy Roe,
The Grass Roots,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Livin' Joy,
Mars,
Black Bananas,
The Count Five,
Electric Prunes,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Guru Guru,
Todd Terry,
Radiopuhelimet,
Byron Stingily,
Hashim,
Freddie Wadling,
Inner City,
Unrelated Segments,
Thompson Twins,
Blossom Toes,
Loose Ends,
Yellowson,
Idris Muhammad,
Amon Düül,
Sexual Harrassment,
L. Decosne,
DJ Style,
Donny Hathaway,
Sam Rivers,
E-Dancer,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Wake,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Techniques,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Real Kids,
Traffic Nightmare,
Soft Cell,
Scrapy,
LL Cool J,
Pylon,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
John Foxx,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Arthur Verocai,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Vainqueur,
Skaos,
Henry Cow,
FM Einheit,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Litter,
Gang Starr,
Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon.
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.