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 Uzbekistan and from Stockholm.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Ponytail to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Lucky Dragons. All the underground hits.
All Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minor Threat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crime,
Morten Harket,
Skriet,
Marc Almond,
Mars,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sixth Finger,
Mantronix,
Absolute Body Control,
Jawbox,
Monks,
Davy DMX,
Gichy Dan,
Mission of Burma,
CMW,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lee Hazlewood,
Altered Images,
Oblivians,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Terrestrial Tones,
Grauzone,
Leonard Cohen,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
the Slits,
DJ Sneak,
Camberwell Now,
Boz Scaggs,
Yusef Lateef,
Liliput,
Nirvana,
Radio Birdman,
John Coltrane,
Bang On A Can,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Livin' Joy,
Black Moon,
Frankie Knuckles,
Masters at Work,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Moleskins,
X-101,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Smiths,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Youth Brigade,
Slick Rick,
ABC,
Quantec,
The Modern Lovers,
Rotary Connection,
Ponytail,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Brothers Johnson,
Smog, Smog, Smog, Smog.
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.