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 Bolivia 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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Wally Richardson. All the underground hits.
All Lucky Dragons tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every U.S. Maple 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dennis Brown record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Saints,
Nation of Ulysses,
Eric Copeland,
Peter & Gordon,
Underground Resistance,
Pantaleimon,
The Monochrome Set,
Wasted Youth,
Donald Byrd,
Josef K,
the Slits,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Junior Murvin,
Marine Girls,
Sexual Harrassment,
Janne Schatter,
Second Layer,
Magma,
Throbbing Gristle,
Aural Exciters,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Public Image Ltd.,
Metal Thangz,
Shuggie Otis,
Kerri Chandler,
Kas Product,
Surgeon,
Arab on Radar,
Ludus,
Tropical Tobacco,
Nick Fraelich,
Fluxion,
Slick Rick,
Tomorrow,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gregory Isaacs,
Todd Terry,
Joensuu 1685,
the Sonics,
Simply Red,
Unrelated Segments,
Warren Ellis,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Easy Going,
The American Breed,
Blancmange,
The Count Five,
Mantronix,
Lucky Dragons,
Echospace,
Boz Scaggs,
Rosa Yemen,
The Fugs,
Reagan Youth,
Sly & The Family Stone,
World's Most,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Smiths,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
E-Dancer,
Essential Logic,
Joe Finger,
Neu!, Neu!, Neu!, Neu!.
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.