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 Afghanistan and from Lille.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 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 The Selecter to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Faust. All the underground hits.
All Jerry's Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DNA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Lydon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dirtbombs,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sun City Girls,
Vladislav Delay,
Bootsy Collins,
Max Romeo,
Eric Copeland,
Steve Hackett,
Adolescents,
Youth Brigade,
MDC,
Niagra,
The Slits,
Al Stewart,
Barclay James Harvest,
Fear,
Mary Jane Girls,
Kerri Chandler,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Gories,
Gregory Isaacs,
Black Moon,
The Pretty Things,
Juan Atkins,
Brass Construction,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Thompson Twins,
Lalo Schifrin,
Scan 7,
Marvin Gaye,
Infiniti,
Carl Craig,
Nick Fraelich,
CMW,
Can,
Derrick May,
Soul Sonic Force,
Amon Düül II,
Matthew Halsall,
Saccharine Trust,
Black Pus,
Simply Red,
Sparks,
Pussy Galore,
Crash Course in Science,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ten City,
Letta Mbulu,
The Flesh Eaters,
David Axelrod,
Kayak,
Faust,
B.T. Express,
Trumans Water,
The Beau Brummels,
London Community Gospel Choir,
kango's stein massive,
Alton Ellis,
Scion,
Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth.
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.