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 Mauritania and from Houston.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 snare 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 the Swans to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 DNA. All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zero Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yusef Lateef record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lightning Bolt,
Michelle Simonal,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Eden Ahbez,
Bauhaus,
Duran Duran,
Technova,
Pussy Galore,
John Holt,
Anthony Braxton,
B.T. Express,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Symarip,
Eric Dolphy,
Ohio Players,
Al Stewart,
Hot Snakes,
Terrestrial Tones,
Brass Construction,
Todd Terry,
The Human League,
Amon Düül,
Sixth Finger,
Buzzcocks,
The Young Rascals,
Wolf Eyes,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Slackers,
Lower 48,
Roger Hodgson,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Arthur Verocai,
Brand Nubian,
H. Thieme,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Electric Prunes,
Joe Smooth,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Whodini,
Kevin Saunderson,
Oblivians,
Barry Ungar,
Spandau Ballet,
Radiohead,
The Beau Brummels,
Brothers Johnson,
Desert Stars,
The Residents,
Eric Copeland,
Nirvana,
Quando Quango,
The Busters,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Second Layer,
The Techniques,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Babytalk,
Kas Product,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Parry Music,
The Move,
Tomorrow,
Average White Band,
Arab on Radar,
cv313, cv313, cv313, cv313.
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.