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 Tonga and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Eden Ahbez to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Erykah Badu. All the underground hits.
All Jawbox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faust 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 güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Schoolly D record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
In Retrospect,
The J.B.'s,
Aswad,
Jandek,
Alice Coltrane,
Desert Stars,
The Moleskins,
the Association,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Human League,
Quadrant,
Mark Hollis,
Black Sheep,
Deadbeat,
The Birthday Party,
Steve Hackett,
Dead Boys,
The Cowsills,
Charles Mingus,
Shoche,
The Offenders,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
the Normal,
Tomorrow,
Neil Young,
T.S.O.L.,
Faust,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Barrington Levy,
KRS-One,
China Crisis,
AZ,
Adolescents,
Kerrie Biddell,
Yaz,
Grauzone,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Babytalk,
Scrapy,
The Index,
Shuggie Otis,
The Gories,
Pantytec,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
the Slits,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Infiniti,
Eurythmics,
Second Layer,
Simply Red,
Pulsallama,
Von Mondo,
Dawn Penn,
Public Enemy,
Isaac Hayes,
Johnny Clarke,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bill Wells,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Jerry Gold Smith,
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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.