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 Dominica and from Copenhagen.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 arpeggiator 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 Newcleus to the electroclash 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 Crooked Eye. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David McCallum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fela Kuti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fall,
Joy Division,
Unwound,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
La Düsseldorf,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Chris & Cosey,
One Last Wish,
Liliput,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Buckinghams,
Crispy Ambulance,
X-Ray Spex,
Joyce Sims,
The Motions,
Masters at Work,
MC5,
The Black Dice,
Moss Icon,
The Fire Engines,
The Index,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Neil Young,
Agitation Free,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Sound,
The Techniques,
James White and The Blacks,
Sandy B,
Barry Ungar,
Intrusion,
Pantaleimon,
Boz Scaggs,
Derrick Morgan,
The Neon Judgement,
Matthew Bourne,
Severed Heads,
The Gories,
The Shadows of Knight,
A Certain Ratio,
Technova,
The Music Machine,
Amazonics,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Electric Prunes,
Mark Hollis,
Buzzcocks,
Warren Ellis,
Audionom,
Public Image Ltd.,
Man Eating Sloth,
Mo-Dettes,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ludus,
Funkadelic,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Move,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Moody Blues,
Moebius, Moebius, Moebius, Moebius.
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.