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 Sudan and from Lyon.
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 Jakarta and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 sitar 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 David McCallum to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Marine Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rakim 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Young Marble Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gun Club,
The Techniques,
Howard Jones,
Leonard Cohen,
Bad Manners,
Gang Gang Dance,
Intrusion,
New Order,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Loose Ends,
The Dead C,
Eric B and Rakim,
Rakim,
Amon Düül II,
Joyce Sims,
Organ,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Camouflage,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Public Image Ltd.,
The J.B.'s,
David Bowie,
UT,
Quadrant,
Fad Gadget,
Tropical Tobacco,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Matthew Bourne,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Black Bananas,
These Immortal Souls,
Avey Tare,
Glenn Branca,
Piero Umiliani,
Technova,
The Modern Lovers,
Alton Ellis,
Soft Cell,
Vladislav Delay,
Gregory Isaacs,
Marc Almond,
DJ Style,
Ludus,
Cluster,
The Motions,
Ronnie Foster,
The Shadows of Knight,
New York Dolls,
Scientists,
8 Eyed Spy,
Q and Not U,
Q65,
Anakelly,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Josef K,
Make Up,
Television Personalities,
Scratch Acid,
Pantaleimon,
Bootsy Collins,
Hoover,
Shuggie Otis,
cv313, cv313, cv313, cv313.
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.