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 Guinea and from Sao Paulo.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 808 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 Boredoms to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Lynne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Beau Brummels record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Mills,
The Gun Club,
Depeche Mode,
the Germs,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Alice Coltrane,
The Leaves,
The Dead C,
Kas Product,
D'Angelo,
Funky Four + One,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Susan Cadogan,
Television,
Mad Mike,
Stereo Dub,
Cluster,
The Modern Lovers,
Rotary Connection,
Crispy Ambulance,
Jacob Miller,
Lou Christie,
Drexciya,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Eric Copeland,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Tubeway Army,
Isaac Hayes,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sonic Youth,
David Bowie,
Absolute Body Control,
CMW,
Kerrie Biddell,
Vladislav Delay,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sixth Finger,
Kayak,
Groovy Waters,
The New Christs,
The Blues Magoos,
Black Sheep,
One Last Wish,
Donald Byrd,
Shuggie Otis,
Average White Band,
Unrelated Segments,
Fela Kuti,
Talk Talk,
Silicon Teens,
Porter Ricks,
Ice-T,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Electric Prunes,
The Mummies,
Hardrive,
Goldenarms,
Mo-Dettes,
The Index,
Swans,
MC5, MC5, MC5, MC5.
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.