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 Philippines and from Spokane.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 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 Ultramagnetic MC's to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Gang of Four. All the underground hits.
All Rapeman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barrington Levy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rites of Spring record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Electric Prunes,
Smog,
Todd Terry,
KRS-One,
Chrome,
Janne Schatter,
Ash Ra Tempel,
DJ Sneak,
Metal Thangz,
Joyce Sims,
Roxette,
Eli Mardock,
Spoonie Gee,
T.S.O.L.,
Lou Christie,
Crooked Eye,
Sunsets and Hearts,
DJ Style,
Todd Rundgren,
Faust,
The Busters,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Seeds,
Von Mondo,
The Fire Engines,
The Misunderstood,
The Neon Judgement,
The Barracudas,
Jawbox,
The Doors,
Erykah Badu,
The Buckinghams,
The Gories,
The Last Poets,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Eric Dolphy,
Ice-T,
The Young Rascals,
Newcleus,
Bill Near,
The Birthday Party,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Dave Gahan,
Joey Negro,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Index,
Quadrant,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Inner City,
Intrusion,
Bad Manners,
Moss Icon,
X-101,
Pussy Galore,
The Skatalites,
Curtis Mayfield,
Section 25,
Rites of Spring,
Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis.
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.