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 Zimbabwe and from Lille.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 clarinet 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 Lyres to the electroclash 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 Johnny Clarke. All the underground hits.
All New Order tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ralphi Rosario 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Smog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Silicon Teens,
Severed Heads,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Glambeats Corp.,
Avey Tare,
Heaven 17,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Dave Clark Five,
Royal Trux,
Loose Ends,
Spoonie Gee,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Fear,
Lindisfarne,
the Swans,
The Blues Magoos,
Kool Moe Dee,
Suburban Knight,
Electric Prunes,
The New Christs,
The Residents,
Mars,
The Cramps,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Nation of Ulysses,
New Order,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Khruangbin,
The Shadows of Knight,
Marmalade,
D'Angelo,
Todd Rundgren,
The Monochrome Set,
Girls At Our Best!,
Shoche,
K-Klass,
Cheater Slicks,
Roy Ayers,
Sight & Sound,
48th St. Collective,
Gong,
The Fire Engines,
Jeff Mills,
The Busters,
Dual Sessions,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Velvet Underground,
Jerry's Kids,
Henry Cow,
Robert Görl,
KRS-One,
Echospace,
Monks,
Duran Duran,
Rosa Yemen,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
In Retrospect,
Subhumans,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Nick Fraelich,
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You don't know what you really want.
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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.