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 Tuvalu and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 808 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 Jacob Miller to the punk 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 Dennis Brown. All the underground hits.
All Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxette 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young & Crazy Horse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dorothy Ashby,
Lalann,
Dead Boys,
Hashim,
Gabor Szabo,
Theoretical Girls,
Wolf Eyes,
David Axelrod,
Talk Talk,
Bizarre Inc.,
World's Most,
Can,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Yellowson,
Quantec,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Donald Byrd,
Crime,
kango's stein massive,
Ten City,
Joensuu 1685,
Hot Snakes,
Cameo,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Joyce Sims,
Amon Düül,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Buzzcocks,
Alton Ellis,
Von Mondo,
Liliput,
the Swans,
Half Japanese,
Crispian St. Peters,
Barbara Tucker,
The Leaves,
The Victims,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Junior Murvin,
Ohio Players,
Easy Going,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Cramps,
Aural Exciters,
Traffic Nightmare,
Goldenarms,
The Remains,
Mo-Dettes,
Althea and Donna,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Mojo Men,
John Foxx,
Harpers Bizarre,
Outsiders,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Basic Channel,
Ralphi Rosario,
Susan Cadogan,
Ultimate Spinach,
Danielle Patucci,
Bobby Sherman,
The Human League,
Lucky Dragons,
The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos.
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.