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 Dominican Republic and from Mexico City.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Lou Reed 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 Desert Stars to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Nas. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mandrill 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Enemy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sandy B,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Fad Gadget,
Deadbeat,
Agitation Free,
Soulsonic Force,
Q and Not U,
Main Source,
Eric Copeland,
Subhumans,
Pagans,
The Saints,
UT,
Moby Grape,
Aural Exciters,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Stetsasonic,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Piero Umiliani,
The Pop Group,
Smog,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Minnie Riperton,
The Angels of Light,
Sight & Sound,
Little Man,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Count Five,
Funkadelic,
Shoche,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Standells,
Warren Ellis,
U.S. Maple,
Roger Hodgson,
the Bar-Kays,
Hot Snakes,
Sam Rivers,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Girls At Our Best!,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Modern Lovers,
Jimmy McGriff,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Dead C,
Black Bananas,
Pierre Henry,
X-Ray Spex,
Jandek,
Ohio Players,
Neil Young,
Mars,
Bob Dylan,
The United States of America,
Aaron Thompson,
Rapeman,
The Selecter,
Sex Pistols,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Man Eating Sloth,
Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force.
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.