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 South Africa and from Jakarta.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Ultra Naté to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Black Dice. All the underground hits.
All AZ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hot Snakes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Rotary Connection record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cheater Slicks,
The Seeds,
Quadrant,
The Durutti Column,
Bauhaus,
Outsiders,
Alton Ellis,
X-101,
Archie Shepp,
The Last Poets,
ABC,
AZ,
Laurel Aitken,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ituana,
Byron Stingily,
Skriet,
The Pop Group,
Sun Ra,
Judy Mowatt,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Fad Gadget,
Babytalk,
Jacques Brel,
Slick Rick,
Kas Product,
The Flesh Eaters,
Shuggie Otis,
Morten Harket,
Boredoms,
Dual Sessions,
Bobby Sherman,
World's Most,
Visage,
Sonic Youth,
The J.B.'s,
Fela Kuti,
New Order,
Ponytail,
The Vogues,
Niagra,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Fire Engines,
Pussy Galore,
A Certain Ratio,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Rites of Spring,
Pierre Henry,
Maleditus Sound,
Y Pants,
This Heat,
Lyres,
Ludus,
B.T. Express,
Technova,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Radio Birdman,
Sam Rivers,
Soft Cell,
Ossler,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five.
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.