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 Poland and from Toronto.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 güiro 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 Cure to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 A Flock of Seagulls. All the underground hits.
All N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a a-ha record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Womack,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Fluxion,
The Music Machine,
Spoonie Gee,
T.S.O.L.,
Sixth Finger,
Crash Course in Science,
Heaven 17,
The Happenings,
Aural Exciters,
Throbbing Gristle,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Buzzcocks,
Reagan Youth,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Residents,
Surgeon,
Marine Girls,
Supertramp,
Pere Ubu,
Chris & Cosey,
The Selecter,
CMW,
Bobby Byrd,
Eden Ahbez,
Black Pus,
Terrestrial Tones,
DJ Style,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Amazonics,
The Offenders,
Camberwell Now,
Rhythm & Sound,
Tom Boy,
The Divine Comedy,
Jeff Mills,
June Days,
Boogie Down Productions,
Robert Görl,
Scrapy,
The Knickerbockers,
The Kinks,
The Misunderstood,
Kerri Chandler,
Sandy B,
Gabor Szabo,
The Trojans,
Drive Like Jehu,
Scott Walker,
Black Moon,
Hot Snakes,
Harmonia,
Tres Demented,
Minny Pops,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Fall,
cv313,
The Cramps,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Todd Rundgren,
James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks.
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.