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 Nigeria and from Manila.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Tres Demented to the grime 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 Lou Reed & Metallica. All the underground hits.
All Derrick Morgan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bizarre Inc. 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Five Americans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Big Daddy Kane,
One Last Wish,
Erasure,
Sound Behaviour,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Toasters,
Minutemen,
F. McDonald,
the Normal,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Slackers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Radio Birdman,
The Birthday Party,
The Offenders,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
X-101,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Fad Gadget,
Scrapy,
Royal Trux,
Wasted Youth,
The Electric Prunes,
Sun City Girls,
DJ Style,
The Red Krayola,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Audionom,
Roxette,
Dead Boys,
Marshall Jefferson,
Roxy Music,
Jeru the Damaja,
Peter and Kerry,
Youth Brigade,
Colin Newman,
Shoche,
Ponytail,
The Divine Comedy,
Joensuu 1685,
Gregory Isaacs,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Tim Buckley,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ronan,
Trumans Water,
Liliput,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Stiv Bators,
Crooked Eye,
Saccharine Trust,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
10cc,
Monks,
Jawbox,
Altered Images,
Bobby Womack,
Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees.
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.