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 San Marino and from Mexico City.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Banda Bassotti. All the underground hits.
All Brass Construction tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry's Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lizzy Mercier Descloux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brothers Johnson,
Terry Callier,
Robert Hood,
T. Rex,
Bang On A Can,
the Sonics,
Swans,
The Dead C,
Bill Wells,
Hot Snakes,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Skatalites,
Ten City,
Delta 5,
Stereo Dub,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lee Hazlewood,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Last Poets,
FM Einheit,
Derrick Morgan,
The Vogues,
Sparks,
8 Eyed Spy,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Modern Lovers,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Franke,
Depeche Mode,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Little Man,
The Gories,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lyres,
Dorothy Ashby,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Rosa Yemen,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Angels of Light,
Lalo Schifrin,
Michelle Simonal,
Slave,
Hoover,
Dead Boys,
LL Cool J,
The New Christs,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Aswad,
Roy Ayers,
Sound Behaviour,
Pharoah Sanders,
Crime,
Oblivians,
Black Flag,
Drexciya,
Chris Corsano,
Barrington Levy,
KRS-One,
Jerry's Kids,
Moss Icon,
Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk.
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.