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 United States and from New York.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Josef K to the techno 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 Vainqueur. All the underground hits.
All Magazine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every PIL record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
OOIOO,
Whodini,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ituana,
The United States of America,
Fugazi,
New Order,
Brand Nubian,
Franke,
Oblivians,
Wasted Youth,
Dawn Penn,
Stetsasonic,
The Divine Comedy,
the Slits,
The Durutti Column,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Charles Mingus,
Donny Hathaway,
Parry Music,
Boredoms,
EPMD,
Monks,
Kenny Larkin,
The Young Rascals,
Black Sheep,
Cybotron,
Jawbox,
Ultravox,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Toasters,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lee Hazlewood,
Reagan Youth,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lower 48,
Pantaleimon,
Harry Pussy,
Pierre Henry,
Public Enemy,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ultimate Spinach,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Fifty Foot Hose,
T. Rex,
Harmonia,
Juan Atkins,
Cluster,
Soul II Soul,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Derrick Morgan,
Country Teasers,
Soulsonic Force,
Glenn Branca,
The American Breed,
Terry Callier,
Judy Mowatt,
the Swans,
Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp.
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.