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 Kenya and from Tokyo.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 snare 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 Scrapy to the crunk 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 Youth Brigade. All the underground hits.
All Oblivians tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June Days 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moody Blues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gories,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Godley & Creme,
Popol Vuh,
Graham Central Station,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Flamin' Groovies,
Chris Corsano,
X-102,
Lightning Bolt,
Newcleus,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bobby Byrd,
Girls At Our Best!,
Barrington Levy,
the Association,
Maurizio,
Shuggie Otis,
48th St. Collective,
Johnny Osbourne,
Jandek,
Ultra Naté,
10cc,
Radio Birdman,
kango's stein massive,
James White and The Blacks,
La Düsseldorf,
Banda Bassotti,
Dave Gahan,
Bronski Beat,
Joe Smooth,
Pagans,
The Count Five,
Chris & Cosey,
Bluetip,
The Evens,
Rotary Connection,
Charles Mingus,
David Axelrod,
Kool Moe Dee,
Rapeman,
Brass Construction,
The Moleskins,
U.S. Maple,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Yaz,
The J.B.'s,
Magazine,
The Velvet Underground,
Inner City,
Guru Guru,
The Vogues,
Brothers Johnson,
Faust,
Jeru the Damaja,
Urselle,
David McCallum,
Monolake,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gang of Four,
Frankie Knuckles,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines.
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.