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 Ghana and from Columbus.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 sitar 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 MDC to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Funky Four + One. All the underground hits.
All Erasure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fluxion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultramagnetic MC's record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Audionom,
The Sound,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Martian,
Lindisfarne,
The Blues Magoos,
R.M.O.,
Accadde A,
The Slackers,
Lucky Dragons,
Flash Fearless,
Mantronix,
Josef K,
Maleditus Sound,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Knickerbockers,
Thee Headcoats,
Godley & Creme,
The Velvet Underground,
Henry Cow,
Hashim,
The United States of America,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Tubeway Army,
June of 44,
Outsiders,
Gregory Isaacs,
F. McDonald,
T.S.O.L.,
The Divine Comedy,
Traffic Nightmare,
Graham Central Station,
Black Flag,
Donald Byrd,
Black Pus,
a-ha,
Prince Buster,
Lee Hazlewood,
Amon Düül II,
The Busters,
Eli Mardock,
Harpers Bizarre,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
One Last Wish,
Y Pants,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Porter Ricks,
Funky Four + One,
H. Thieme,
Marc Almond,
Peter and Kerry,
Piero Umiliani,
The Human League,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Brand Nubian,
Boz Scaggs,
Duran Duran,
Pantaleimon,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
the Fania All-Stars,
Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls.
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.