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 Israel and from Lyon.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Yusef Lateef. All the underground hits.
All The Fugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DNA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wasted Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liliput,
Delta 5,
Godley & Creme,
Youth Brigade,
Crash Course in Science,
Sun City Girls,
Rufus Thomas,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Circle Jerks,
Theoretical Girls,
The Gun Club,
Sixth Finger,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Delon & Dalcan,
Archie Shepp,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Soulsonic Force,
Swell Maps,
Stiv Bators,
The Move,
Negative Approach,
Con Funk Shun,
The Star Department,
Jacob Miller,
Girls At Our Best!,
Mandrill,
The Invisible,
Howard Jones,
Warsaw,
Bad Manners,
The American Breed,
Subhumans,
Sound Behaviour,
Michelle Simonal,
Lalann,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Trumans Water,
Skarface,
The Motions,
Cheater Slicks,
Matthew Halsall,
Gichy Dan,
Nik Kershaw,
Warren Ellis,
China Crisis,
Jeff Mills,
Shoche,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Eurythmics,
Frankie Knuckles,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Saccharine Trust,
X-102,
Cecil Taylor,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
the Soft Cell,
the Swans,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Gories,
Terrestrial Tones,
the Slits,
Ultra Naté,
Bob Dylan,
The Saints, The Saints, The Saints, The Saints.
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.