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 Kiribati and from Portland.
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 Mumbai and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 X-Ray Spex to the techno 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 Ossler. All the underground hits.
All Ice-T tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Green record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minutemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barclay James Harvest,
Fear,
Curtis Mayfield,
Buzzcocks,
UT,
John Lydon,
Stetsasonic,
The Dave Clark Five,
Agitation Free,
Brick,
New Order,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Pop Group,
Mad Mike,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ponytail,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Qualms,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Names,
The Gories,
The Gun Club,
Spoonie Gee,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Black Flag,
The Stooges,
Guru Guru,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Soul II Soul,
Scott Walker,
Swans,
Wings,
Silicon Teens,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lalo Schifrin,
10cc,
Blake Baxter,
One Last Wish,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Scratch Acid,
Minutemen,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Neil Young,
Delta 5,
Ultravox,
The Grass Roots,
The Black Dice,
The Standells,
DNA,
Tubeway Army,
Sexual Harrassment,
Marvin Gaye,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Clear Light,
K-Klass,
Heaven 17,
The Associates,
The Smiths,
the Bar-Kays,
The United States of America,
Chrome,
The Selecter,
The Cure, The Cure, The Cure, The Cure.
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.