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 Belize and from Johannesburg.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Columbus.
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 spring reverb 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 DJ Sneak to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Popol Vuh. All the underground hits.
All These Immortal Souls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mr. Review record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gap Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anakelly,
The Fire Engines,
Make Up,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Boz Scaggs,
The Moleskins,
The Move,
Ultimate Spinach,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Arcadia,
Talk Talk,
The Knickerbockers,
Robert Hood,
Fatback Band,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Mantronix,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Public Enemy,
Cameo,
Dennis Brown,
Byron Stingily,
The Busters,
The Monochrome Set,
Basic Channel,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
In Retrospect,
James White and The Blacks,
Nico,
The Standells,
The Index,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sun Ra,
Silicon Teens,
Young Marble Giants,
Lower 48,
The Zeros,
The Doobie Brothers,
Brass Construction,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Thee Headcoats,
The Skatalites,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
the Swans,
Unwound,
Ten City,
The Mummies,
Crash Course in Science,
Ituana,
Von Mondo,
Fear,
Black Moon,
Bobby Womack,
Robert Wyatt,
Circle Jerks,
Excepter,
Jawbox,
Althea and Donna,
David Axelrod,
Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango.
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.