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 Congo and from Bologna.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 arpeggiator 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 The Associates to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Barrington Levy. All the underground hits.
All Monolake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David McCallum 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Order,
The Last Poets,
Sun City Girls,
Connie Case,
Scrapy,
Peter and Kerry,
Porter Ricks,
Danielle Patucci,
Rosa Yemen,
Quadrant,
Das Ding,
Bill Wells,
James White and The Blacks,
LL Cool J,
Arcadia,
Fluxion,
Vladislav Delay,
Amon Düül II,
Freddie Wadling,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kerrie Biddell,
Blake Baxter,
The Happenings,
Scratch Acid,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Joy Division,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Marc Almond,
The Real Kids,
Moss Icon,
Derrick Morgan,
Severed Heads,
Bang On A Can,
Camberwell Now,
The Slackers,
Spandau Ballet,
The Pretty Things,
Marvin Gaye,
Wasted Youth,
Yellowson,
MC5,
The Evens,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Slick Rick,
Matthew Bourne,
Ultimate Spinach,
Schoolly D,
Lower 48,
Cabaret Voltaire,
U.S. Maple,
Sex Pistols,
The Fuzztones,
Public Enemy,
The American Breed,
Spoonie Gee,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sonny Sharrock,
Don Cherry,
Bluetip,
Amon Düül,
Saccharine Trust,
Dual Sessions,
Pantytec,
The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders.
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.