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 Mali and from Paris.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Grauzone to the rap 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band. All the underground hits.
All Man Eating Sloth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Louis and Bebe Barron 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tropical Tobacco record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tom Boy,
Swans,
Amazonics,
T.S.O.L.,
Jacques Brel,
Michelle Simonal,
The Move,
Thompson Twins,
Average White Band,
The Moody Blues,
Television,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Soft Cell,
D'Angelo,
Andrew Hill,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Black Bananas,
The New Christs,
Roxette,
Section 25,
Q65,
Blossom Toes,
Vladislav Delay,
Subhumans,
The Searchers,
The Zeros,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Radiohead,
Kool Moe Dee,
Theoretical Girls,
Fugazi,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Soft Machine,
Lungfish,
Little Man,
Lou Reed,
Pulsallama,
The Blackbyrds,
Minutemen,
F. McDonald,
Grandmaster Flash,
Soul II Soul,
Colin Newman,
John Cale,
The Standells,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Neon Judgement,
The Fuzztones,
Panda Bear,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Can,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Man Parrish,
John Coltrane,
Absolute Body Control,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Drive Like Jehu,
Chris Corsano,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.