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 Thailand and from Houston.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 theremin 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 Bauhaus to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Bobby Womack. All the underground hits.
All DJ Sneak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nik Kershaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Half Japanese record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Golliwogs,
The American Breed,
JFA,
48th St. Collective,
The Last Poets,
The Sonics,
The United States of America,
Robert Wyatt,
Buzzcocks,
Big Daddy Kane,
OOIOO,
The Misunderstood,
E-Dancer,
The Busters,
Pylon,
Black Bananas,
Blake Baxter,
Heaven 17,
Skaos,
Can,
Stereo Dub,
Blossom Toes,
Mad Mike,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Victims,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Junior Murvin,
Byron Stingily,
Freddie Wadling,
Little Man,
Quantec,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Divine Comedy,
LL Cool J,
The Buckinghams,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sound Behaviour,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Nirvana,
Grey Daturas,
Deakin,
Infiniti,
Stetsasonic,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Drexciya,
Surgeon,
DNA,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Zapp,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Jawbox,
Depeche Mode,
Nico,
Silicon Teens,
Dual Sessions,
The Blues Magoos,
Terry Callier,
Nick Fraelich,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood.
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.