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 Beijing.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 linndrum 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 Ituana to the rap 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 The Wake. All the underground hits.
All Kango’s Stein Massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blues Magoos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Archie Shepp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tomorrow,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
This Heat,
Amon Düül,
Nick Fraelich,
The Doobie Brothers,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Groovy Waters,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ornette Coleman,
JFA,
The Busters,
The Blackbyrds,
Pere Ubu,
Brand Nubian,
Yazoo,
Spoonie Gee,
The Neon Judgement,
Brick,
Drive Like Jehu,
Minor Threat,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Althea and Donna,
Archie Shepp,
the Bar-Kays,
The Mojo Men,
Skarface,
FM Einheit,
The Velvet Underground,
Fatback Band,
Wasted Youth,
Patti Smith,
Scratch Acid,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Sound,
Janne Schatter,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Colin Newman,
Wire,
Can,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Five Americans,
Sparks,
Accadde A,
Gichy Dan,
Jawbox,
Swans,
Mars,
DJ Style,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Talk Talk,
The United States of America,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
U.S. Maple,
Marc Almond,
Bizarre Inc.,
Scientists,
Stiv Bators,
The Selecter,
Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma.
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.