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 Rwanda and from Mexico City.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Tehran.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the organ 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 Litter to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Durutti Column. All the underground hits.
All Cymande tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Flesh Eaters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slackers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott Heron,
Camberwell Now,
Mark Hollis,
Supertramp,
Steve Hackett,
Soul Sonic Force,
Deadbeat,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Jawbox,
Marcia Griffiths,
John Foxx,
Das Ding,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Durutti Column,
David McCallum,
The Blues Magoos,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Slick Rick,
New Order,
The Sound,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Slackers,
The Walker Brothers,
Visage,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Moody Blues,
KRS-One,
Sällskapet,
Throbbing Gristle,
Jerry's Kids,
JFA,
Inner City,
The Young Rascals,
Joy Division,
Leonard Cohen,
Unrelated Segments,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Leaves,
This Heat,
T.S.O.L.,
Skaos,
Agent Orange,
The Associates,
Stereo Dub,
Newcleus,
Yazoo,
Excepter,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Soul II Soul,
Black Flag,
Donny Hathaway,
The Wake,
Ronan,
The Divine Comedy,
Letta Mbulu,
Tommy Roe,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Remains,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Velvet Underground,
FM Einheit,
ABC, ABC, ABC, ABC.
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.