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 Somalia 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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Glasgow.
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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Qualms to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Alton Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Kevin Saunderson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Offenders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agitation Free,
Au Pairs,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Stooges,
Brand Nubian,
Q and Not U,
H. Thieme,
The Divine Comedy,
Aaron Thompson,
Amon Düül II,
John Foxx,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Monolake,
Michelle Simonal,
The Angels of Light,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
New York Dolls,
Joe Smooth,
Howard Jones,
The Dave Clark Five,
Prince Buster,
Lakeside,
Kas Product,
Ten City,
The Saints,
The Golliwogs,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Nils Olav,
the Swans,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Jacob Miller,
Davy DMX,
Ludus,
Shoche,
Faraquet,
Flipper,
Absolute Body Control,
The Residents,
Sparks,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
the Germs,
Soft Cell,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Slave,
Brothers Johnson,
48th St. Collective,
Sex Pistols,
Babytalk,
Bronski Beat,
Bobby Byrd,
New Order,
Vainqueur,
Glambeats Corp.,
Liliput,
Funky Four + One,
Young Marble Giants,
Arcadia,
Khruangbin,
Radiopuhelimet,
Barclay James Harvest,
Symarip, Symarip, Symarip, Symarip.
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.