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 Vietnam and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Main Source to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell. All the underground hits.
All Sarah Menescal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harry Pussy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anthony Braxton,
Cheater Slicks,
Stiv Bators,
Pulsallama,
Shoche,
MDC,
Blake Baxter,
Piero Umiliani,
Erykah Badu,
Lindisfarne,
Sonny Sharrock,
Alton Ellis,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Aloha Tigers,
Radiohead,
Theoretical Girls,
The Birthday Party,
Symarip,
X-Ray Spex,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ronnie Foster,
The Index,
Royal Trux,
The Smiths,
Glenn Branca,
A Certain Ratio,
Curtis Mayfield,
Reagan Youth,
Derrick Morgan,
Brick,
The Gladiators,
Brothers Johnson,
Roger Hodgson,
Suburban Knight,
Eddi Front,
Deadbeat,
Matthew Halsall,
Avey Tare,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ten City,
Bush Tetras,
Pussy Galore,
Jeff Mills,
Wire,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Cybotron,
Glambeats Corp.,
Jeru the Damaja,
Tres Demented,
Fatback Band,
Roxy Music,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Flash Fearless,
Black Flag,
Motorama,
Kayak,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Fall,
Crash Course in Science,
Mr. Review,
Max Romeo,
Grauzone,
The Martian, The Martian, The Martian, The Martian.
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.