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 Jamaica and from Philadelphia.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 chamberlin 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 Reagan Youth to the techno 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 Harmonia. All the underground hits.
All Alphaville tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Martian 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy Collins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cybotron,
Electric Prunes,
Blossom Toes,
Dark Day,
Popol Vuh,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lalann,
Quadrant,
Ituana,
Fat Boys,
James White and The Blacks,
Godley & Creme,
Zapp,
The Gun Club,
Subhumans,
The Invisible,
Echospace,
Andrew Hill,
Stiv Bators,
Gastr Del Sol,
Marcia Griffiths,
X-102,
Curtis Mayfield,
MC5,
Gil Scott Heron,
Das Ding,
Bauhaus,
Darondo,
The Moleskins,
David McCallum,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Selecter,
Oblivians,
Visage,
DJ Sneak,
Tommy Roe,
The Gories,
Lucky Dragons,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Reagan Youth,
Ralphi Rosario,
Eric Dolphy,
Boogie Down Productions,
Terrestrial Tones,
the Association,
Chris & Cosey,
Sixth Finger,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Crime,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Knickerbockers,
Pantytec,
DJ Style,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sun Ra,
Marshall Jefferson,
Johnny Clarke,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gabor Szabo,
The Doobie Brothers,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Motions,
Faust, Faust, Faust, Faust.
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.