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 Jordan and from Madrid.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Paris.
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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Gang Gang Dance to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Stereo Dub. All the underground hits.
All Trumans Water tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Last Poets record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Real Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul Sonic Force,
Grey Daturas,
Crooked Eye,
kango's stein massive,
Little Man,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Scratch Acid,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Kenny Larkin,
Ponytail,
The Cure,
Nils Olav,
Piero Umiliani,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
ABC,
Hoover,
Visage,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Aural Exciters,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Skaos,
Fela Kuti,
Lalann,
Alison Limerick,
Model 500,
Lee Hazlewood,
Easy Going,
Aloha Tigers,
Toni Rubio,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Smoke,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Johnny Clarke,
Blossom Toes,
Glambeats Corp.,
These Immortal Souls,
Danielle Patucci,
L. Decosne,
Tres Demented,
A Flock of Seagulls,
X-101,
Desert Stars,
Stiv Bators,
The Offenders,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Suicide,
Dual Sessions,
Minny Pops,
Vladislav Delay,
The Gories,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Qualms,
Dawn Penn,
Sam Rivers,
Cymande,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Buzzcocks,
Absolute Body Control,
Popol Vuh,
Jandek,
Jeff Lynne,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone.
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.