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 Costa Rica and from Seoul.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 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 J.B.'s to the dance 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 Khruangbin. All the underground hits.
All Sister Nancy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aaron Thompson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sight & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Moody Blues,
Wally Richardson,
Section 25,
Japan,
The Blackbyrds,
Brick,
U.S. Maple,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Cameo,
Bizarre Inc.,
Swans,
CMW,
Crash Course in Science,
Monks,
Jawbox,
OOIOO,
Nas,
The Selecter,
Soul II Soul,
Alphaville,
The Sound,
The Searchers,
Goldenarms,
Ronnie Foster,
ABC,
Malaria!,
Arcadia,
The Standells,
Thompson Twins,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Marmalade,
Second Layer,
The Remains,
Circle Jerks,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kevin Saunderson,
K-Klass,
Johnny Clarke,
Black Moon,
Metal Thangz,
Ken Boothe,
Nick Fraelich,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Tubeway Army,
Marshall Jefferson,
Isaac Hayes,
Beasts of Bourbon,
PIL,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Khruangbin,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sugar Minott,
Agent Orange,
The Music Machine,
Alice Coltrane,
The Golliwogs,
Joe Finger,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Flamin' Groovies,
Inner City,
Tommy Roe,
Excepter,
Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour.
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.