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 Ghana and from Delhi.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 guitar 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 Ash Ra Tempel to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sällskapet. All the underground hits.
All Popol Vuh tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 sitar and a mellotron 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 synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gabor Szabo,
Youth Brigade,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Isaac Hayes,
Surgeon,
The Young Rascals,
The Moody Blues,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lee Hazlewood,
X-Ray Spex,
Silicon Teens,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Agent Orange,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Red Krayola,
FM Einheit,
Jacob Miller,
Derrick May,
Connie Case,
Deakin,
Arab on Radar,
Minnie Riperton,
Roxy Music,
The Leaves,
Cymande,
Pole,
Mad Mike,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Don Cherry,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Brand Nubian,
Malaria!,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Scientists,
The Index,
China Crisis,
Matthew Bourne,
Monks,
Chris & Cosey,
R.M.O.,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Smoke,
Dawn Penn,
The Divine Comedy,
Dennis Brown,
Yellowson,
Royal Trux,
Pantaleimon,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot.
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.