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 Italy 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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Star Department to the crunk 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 John Foxx. All the underground hits.
All Morten Harket tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobbi Humphrey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wally Richardson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flipper,
China Crisis,
The Moody Blues,
Reuben Wilson,
Lou Reed,
Gregory Isaacs,
cv313,
Judy Mowatt,
Lyres,
Basic Channel,
F. McDonald,
Derrick Morgan,
The J.B.'s,
Sonic Youth,
Fat Boys,
Soft Cell,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Sound,
Pylon,
Minnie Riperton,
Porter Ricks,
The Pop Group,
Scan 7,
Section 25,
The United States of America,
Spoonie Gee,
OOIOO,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Newcleus,
June of 44,
Avey Tare,
Visage,
Mary Jane Girls,
Soulsonic Force,
Black Flag,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Slick Rick,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Last Poets,
Amon Düül,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Gories,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Alton Ellis,
Amazonics,
Roxy Music,
Eric Dolphy,
Jawbox,
Pussy Galore,
Sixth Finger,
Dennis Brown,
Swell Maps,
Sparks,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Zero Boys,
Slave,
The Selecter,
Gichy Dan,
Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance.
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.