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 Nepal and from Winnipeg.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Stiv Bators to the grime 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 Dawn Penn. All the underground hits.
All Au Pairs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a La Düsseldorf record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hoover,
Silicon Teens,
Cal Tjader,
The Fortunes,
Harry Pussy,
Bizarre Inc.,
Fatback Band,
Mantronix,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Agent Orange,
Supertramp,
Organ,
Tres Demented,
Schoolly D,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Theoretical Girls,
Man Eating Sloth,
Half Japanese,
the Swans,
Ten City,
Q and Not U,
Letta Mbulu,
Throbbing Gristle,
Cluster,
The Real Kids,
Adolescents,
Peter & Gordon,
The Motions,
The Count Five,
Johnny Osbourne,
Deadbeat,
La Düsseldorf,
H. Thieme,
a-ha,
The Standells,
Banda Bassotti,
Gang of Four,
Pussy Galore,
Davy DMX,
Man Parrish,
Livin' Joy,
FM Einheit,
Popol Vuh,
Magma,
Warsaw,
The Divine Comedy,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
John Holt,
The Martian,
EPMD,
Slave,
Ice-T,
Technova,
The Star Department,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Avey Tare,
Mars,
Smog,
Yaz,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Slits, The Slits, The Slits, The Slits.
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.