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 Uzbekistan and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Groovy Waters to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Fela Kuti. All the underground hits.
All Sly & The Family Stone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Little Man record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Saccharine Trust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glenn Branca,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lakeside,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Maurizio,
Marshall Jefferson,
Scion,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Pylon,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Dark Day,
Hardrive,
Whodini,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Human League,
The Sound,
F. McDonald,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bob Dylan,
Funkadelic,
Sällskapet,
Agent Orange,
Donald Byrd,
Talk Talk,
The Black Dice,
Letta Mbulu,
Symarip,
The Real Kids,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Todd Rundgren,
MDC,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The New Christs,
Godley & Creme,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Scan 7,
Ice-T,
Lalann,
Toni Rubio,
Rod Modell,
Malaria!,
Sound Behaviour,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Morten Harket,
Mantronix,
The Detroit Cobras,
Average White Band,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Barry Ungar,
Robert Wyatt,
Bobby Sherman,
Adolescents,
Pet Shop Boys,
Howard Jones,
Aural Exciters,
Brothers Johnson,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Joe Smooth,
Curtis Mayfield,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo.
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.