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 Turkmenistan and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the organ 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 Grandmaster Flash to the grime 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo. All the underground hits.
All The Flesh Eaters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ludus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Invisible record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Certain Ratio,
Quadrant,
Parry Music,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gregory Isaacs,
Roxy Music,
The Wake,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Black Dice,
The Count Five,
Jesper Dahlback,
Excepter,
FM Einheit,
Oblivians,
Organ,
The Modern Lovers,
PIL,
The Pop Group,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
X-101,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Jacob Miller,
June of 44,
Bang On A Can,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Standells,
Zapp,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Rod Modell,
Joensuu 1685,
The Evens,
Kenny Larkin,
Amon Düül II,
The Buckinghams,
Cameo,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pussy Galore,
The Mojo Men,
The Walker Brothers,
Ten City,
Tropical Tobacco,
Minutemen,
Deadbeat,
Man Parrish,
Deakin,
Mr. Review,
Bobby Womack,
Matthew Halsall,
Drexciya,
The Associates,
John Lydon,
Das Ding,
Pere Ubu,
Minor Threat,
Yusef Lateef,
Scrapy,
Grauzone,
Sixth Finger,
The Slackers,
Crispy Ambulance,
Soft Machine,
Brothers Johnson,
The Fugs,
Cecil Taylor,
Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight.
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.