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 Poland and from Manila.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Donald Fagen 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 Archie Shepp to the dance 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 Dawn Penn. All the underground hits.
All The Slackers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aswad 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minutemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skriet,
Prince Buster,
The Birthday Party,
Quantec,
a-ha,
Public Image Ltd.,
the Association,
Derrick May,
Eden Ahbez,
UT,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Severed Heads,
Drive Like Jehu,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Smoke,
The Durutti Column,
Black Pus,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bobby Sherman,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lucky Dragons,
Sexual Harrassment,
Pussy Galore,
kango's stein massive,
Organ,
Flipper,
ABC,
Ten City,
Faust,
Crooked Eye,
The Electric Prunes,
Lou Christie,
The Litter,
Godley & Creme,
Gastr Del Sol,
Rod Modell,
Boogie Down Productions,
Hoover,
Minor Threat,
Dorothy Ashby,
Camouflage,
Altered Images,
Soft Cell,
Pierre Henry,
Harpers Bizarre,
U.S. Maple,
The Monks,
E-Dancer,
Joensuu 1685,
The Modern Lovers,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Flamin' Groovies,
Blancmange,
R.M.O.,
Grauzone,
Swell Maps,
Nico,
Piero Umiliani,
DJ Sneak,
Michelle Simonal,
David Bowie,
FM Einheit,
Niagra,
The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds.
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.