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 Papua New Guinea and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Outsiders to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Harpers Bizarre. All the underground hits.
All Siouxsie and the Banshees tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Golliwogs 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liliput record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alton Ellis,
U.S. Maple,
cv313,
Pet Shop Boys,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Grass Roots,
Hasil Adkins,
The Smiths,
Isaac Hayes,
Pantytec,
Throbbing Gristle,
Warsaw,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Yaz,
Black Sheep,
Dual Sessions,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Rites of Spring,
Crime,
Soft Machine,
8 Eyed Spy,
Charles Mingus,
Michelle Simonal,
AZ,
Talk Talk,
Gichy Dan,
The Golliwogs,
The Names,
Matthew Bourne,
Fad Gadget,
The Seeds,
Alison Limerick,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
the Swans,
Maleditus Sound,
A Certain Ratio,
Grey Daturas,
Mr. Review,
Flash Fearless,
Amon Düül,
The Sound,
Robert Hood,
Cheater Slicks,
Yusef Lateef,
Crispian St. Peters,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
D'Angelo,
Sister Nancy,
Kurtis Blow,
MDC,
The Zeros,
Quantec,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Youth Brigade,
Suicide,
Tomorrow,
Anthony Braxton,
The Offenders,
Echospace,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz.
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.