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 Somalia and from Lagos.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars to the rock 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks. All the underground hits.
All Dorothy Ashby tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flipper record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pylon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Smog,
Panda Bear,
Camouflage,
Nation of Ulysses,
Scrapy,
Bill Near,
Glambeats Corp.,
Jacob Miller,
Rufus Thomas,
Schoolly D,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Marcia Griffiths,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Wings,
The Move,
Darondo,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Flipper,
Pussy Galore,
Faraquet,
Chrome,
Little Man,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Grauzone,
Sparks,
Ten City,
The Gladiators,
Bad Manners,
The Mummies,
The Moleskins,
Eli Mardock,
Colin Newman,
Sugar Minott,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Blake Baxter,
AZ,
The Dave Clark Five,
Pylon,
The Slits,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Fortunes,
K-Klass,
Goldenarms,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Maurizio,
Black Moon,
Dave Gahan,
The J.B.'s,
Zero Boys,
Procol Harum,
Brothers Johnson,
Kenny Larkin,
Josef K,
Black Flag,
Icehouse,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Hoover,
The Count Five,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Fela Kuti,
Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal.
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.