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 Belarus and from Salvador.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 synthesizer 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 The Gun Club to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 London Community Gospel Choir. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bizarre Inc. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Archie Shepp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Leaves,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bob Dylan,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Mary Jane Girls,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Electric Prunes,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Minutemen,
Faraquet,
Mad Mike,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Subhumans,
a-ha,
Outsiders,
The Dead C,
Stetsasonic,
cv313,
The Monks,
Chris & Cosey,
Tim Buckley,
Skaos,
U.S. Maple,
Monks,
Lou Reed,
Desert Stars,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Barclay James Harvest,
Jerry's Kids,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Absolute Body Control,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Pantytec,
New Age Steppers,
Sun Ra,
ABBA,
the Human League,
Siglo XX,
Carl Craig,
Goldenarms,
The Raincoats,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Chrome,
Scrapy,
Avey Tare,
Soft Cell,
Eli Mardock,
Animal Collective,
Boogie Down Productions,
Soulsonic Force,
Angry Samoans,
Soft Machine,
John Foxx,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Index,
Pulsallama,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lower 48,
Letta Mbulu,
Easy Going,
Brothers Johnson,
The Victims, The Victims, The Victims, The Victims.
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.