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 Iran and from Calgary.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Alarm Clocks to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Neil Young. All the underground hits.
All Sight & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Byron Stingily 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 guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Infiniti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bronski Beat,
Monks,
The Count Five,
PIL,
Parry Music,
Patti Smith,
Liliput,
DJ Style,
Khruangbin,
The Leaves,
Metal Thangz,
Kerri Chandler,
Malaria!,
Quando Quango,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Roxette,
The Blackbyrds,
Lindisfarne,
Godley & Creme,
Wire,
Spoonie Gee,
John Holt,
Frankie Knuckles,
Kenny Larkin,
Connie Case,
Model 500,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Alphaville,
The Dead C,
Banda Bassotti,
The Cramps,
Albert Ayler,
Excepter,
Big Daddy Kane,
June Days,
Pierre Henry,
Franke,
Flash Fearless,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
the Slits,
Public Image Ltd.,
John Foxx,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Isaac Hayes,
Mad Mike,
Half Japanese,
Lungfish,
Outsiders,
Michelle Simonal,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Evens,
Derrick Morgan,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Charles Mingus,
Magma,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Cymande,
Mars,
Swell Maps,
Public Enemy,
Marvin Gaye,
Marc Almond,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band.
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.