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 Liberia and from Shanghai.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Delhi.
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 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Make Up to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Banda Bassotti. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Strawberry Alarm Clock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cabaret Voltaire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eve St. Jones,
Davy DMX,
The Smiths,
Janne Schatter,
June Days,
Siglo XX,
Yellowson,
Blancmange,
Brothers Johnson,
Los Fastidios,
Reagan Youth,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Main Source,
Jeff Lynne,
The Sisters of Mercy,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Sound,
The Pretty Things,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ralphi Rosario,
Skaos,
Ornette Coleman,
Kevin Saunderson,
Tropical Tobacco,
The J.B.'s,
Nico,
One Last Wish,
Sällskapet,
Sister Nancy,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Faraquet,
The Gladiators,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Young Rascals,
Laurel Aitken,
The Doors,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Negative Approach,
The Red Krayola,
Public Enemy,
Juan Atkins,
A Certain Ratio,
MDC,
Avey Tare,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sun City Girls,
Gregory Isaacs,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Nas,
Cybotron,
Technova,
Andrew Hill,
Magma,
Althea and Donna,
Sound Behaviour,
Lalann,
Barry Ungar,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Black Dice,
Lucky Dragons,
The American Breed,
Rotary Connection,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade.
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.