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 Uganda and from Spokane.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 808 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 Sonny Sharrock to the punk 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All The Gun Club tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terrestrial Tones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lafayette Afro Rock Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Schoolly D,
Sex Pistols,
Main Source,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Mo-Dettes,
The Skatalites,
David Axelrod,
Nick Fraelich,
cv313,
K-Klass,
AZ,
Yusef Lateef,
The Birthday Party,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Mark Hollis,
Hashim,
Jawbox,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Crime,
Whodini,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Slackers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Aaron Thompson,
The Velvet Underground,
the Bar-Kays,
8 Eyed Spy,
Porter Ricks,
The Selecter,
World's Most,
Skarface,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lightning Bolt,
Reagan Youth,
The Walker Brothers,
Barclay James Harvest,
Marc Almond,
Niagra,
Bronski Beat,
Cal Tjader,
Eric Copeland,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lou Reed,
Yaz,
Kurtis Blow,
Barrington Levy,
ABBA,
Howard Jones,
Bang On A Can,
Motorama,
Wings,
Rakim,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Camberwell Now,
Bush Tetras,
Pantytec,
Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks.
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.