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 Peru and from Paris.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Marine Girls to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Judy Mowatt. All the underground hits.
All The Barracudas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Charles Mingus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pole record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reagan Youth,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Alarm Clocks,
Black Bananas,
The Evens,
Boz Scaggs,
Moss Icon,
Leonard Cohen,
World's Most,
Donny Hathaway,
OOIOO,
The Human League,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gang Starr,
Ludus,
Pussy Galore,
Wolf Eyes,
Joensuu 1685,
X-101,
Scrapy,
Gichy Dan,
Zero Boys,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Raincoats,
Bobby Byrd,
Jacques Brel,
Nick Fraelich,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Spoonie Gee,
Johnny Osbourne,
Flipper,
The Gun Club,
Juan Atkins,
Kurtis Blow,
Joe Finger,
Harpers Bizarre,
Banda Bassotti,
Bobby Sherman,
Lakeside,
the Germs,
DJ Sneak,
Quando Quango,
Crime,
The Busters,
Fat Boys,
Scan 7,
Nas,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Black Sheep,
The Leaves,
Smog,
Inner City,
Mars,
Blake Baxter,
Cluster,
DNA,
Maurizio,
The Seeds,
Avey Tare,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Skatalites,
MC5, MC5, MC5, MC5.
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.