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 Australia and from Copenhagen.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 linndrum 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 Youth Brigade to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Glenn Branca. All the underground hits.
All Symarip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ajijia Myrayebe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 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?
Slick Rick,
the Swans,
Organ,
Avey Tare,
Yaz,
Marc Almond,
The Walker Brothers,
Blancmange,
Swans,
Junior Murvin,
The Red Krayola,
Nik Kershaw,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Soft Cell,
Nas,
Joyce Sims,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Dave Gahan,
The Fugs,
Animal Collective,
The Neon Judgement,
KRS-One,
Y Pants,
Gerry Rafferty,
Robert Görl,
Second Layer,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bizarre Inc.,
Thee Headcoats,
Albert Ayler,
The Velvet Underground,
Stiv Bators,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Stooges,
The Victims,
Al Stewart,
Leonard Cohen,
Parry Music,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Qualms,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Au Pairs,
Bill Wells,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gang Starr,
8 Eyed Spy,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Music Machine,
The Modern Lovers,
The Seeds,
Ultra Naté,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Evens,
Jacob Miller,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sister Nancy,
Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes.
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.