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 Guinea and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 arpeggiator 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 Saccharine Trust to the grime 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 Tropical Tobacco. All the underground hits.
All The Red Krayola tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agitation Free record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kenny Larkin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cramps,
Dorothy Ashby,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Section 25,
Kool Moe Dee,
Half Japanese,
Fatback Band,
Bang On A Can,
The Busters,
Carl Craig,
Mary Jane Girls,
Main Source,
Vladislav Delay,
MC5,
Tommy Roe,
Public Enemy,
Cybotron,
Kurtis Blow,
Camouflage,
Hashim,
Al Stewart,
Tears for Fears,
Robert Wyatt,
the Soft Cell,
Jacques Brel,
Bobby Sherman,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Camberwell Now,
The Trojans,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Stockholm Monsters,
the Slits,
Todd Terry,
Shuggie Otis,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gabor Szabo,
Malaria!,
Babytalk,
EPMD,
Faraquet,
The Sound,
Fat Boys,
Tubeway Army,
John Foxx,
The Associates,
Radiohead,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Crispian St. Peters,
Saccharine Trust,
Gang Gang Dance,
Siglo XX,
Altered Images,
Trumans Water,
Howard Jones,
Dawn Penn,
D'Angelo,
Young Marble Giants,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Robert Hood,
The Tremeloes,
JFA,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario.
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.