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 Houston.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Cairo.
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 theremin 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 Harmonia to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Black Pus. All the underground hits.
All Y Pants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Archie Shepp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barrington Levy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Birthday Party,
The Selecter,
Camouflage,
Blancmange,
Bootsy Collins,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Anakelly,
Aaron Thompson,
The Offenders,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bob Dylan,
The Doors,
Jesper Dahlback,
Peter & Gordon,
Eurythmics,
Lindisfarne,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
John Foxx,
Man Eating Sloth,
Electric Prunes,
Harmonia,
Boredoms,
Matthew Halsall,
The Monks,
Quando Quango,
Reuben Wilson,
Fugazi,
Arab on Radar,
Prince Buster,
Marshall Jefferson,
Von Mondo,
Hoover,
Juan Atkins,
Sandy B,
Surgeon,
Radio Birdman,
Maurizio,
The Gap Band,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ultravox,
Faraquet,
R.M.O.,
Sun City Girls,
Circle Jerks,
John Lydon,
Barry Ungar,
Eddi Front,
Bronski Beat,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Jeff Mills,
Bluetip,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
One Last Wish,
Scratch Acid,
Ronnie Foster,
Half Japanese,
Kerri Chandler,
Altered Images,
UT, UT, UT, UT.
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.