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 Brazil and from Seoul.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Television to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Knickerbockers. All the underground hits.
All Ituana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dead C 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 snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Isaac Hayes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Carl Craig,
Jawbox,
Flash Fearless,
Ossler,
48th St. Collective,
B.T. Express,
Donny Hathaway,
Bush Tetras,
Deadbeat,
The Sonics,
Mr. Review,
The Fire Engines,
Echospace,
Skarface,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lower 48,
In Retrospect,
New York Dolls,
Hardrive,
The Five Americans,
James White and The Blacks,
Davy DMX,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Siglo XX,
Rites of Spring,
The Trojans,
Juan Atkins,
Japan,
Eddi Front,
The J.B.'s,
Andrew Hill,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Roxette,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Wasted Youth,
Rapeman,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Maleditus Sound,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Oblivians,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Fugs,
DNA,
Avey Tare,
Subhumans,
Camberwell Now,
Absolute Body Control,
The Seeds,
The Modern Lovers,
The Index,
Interpol,
Duran Duran,
Cymande,
Suburban Knight,
Ohio Players,
Wire,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Connie Case,
The Saints,
Man Eating Sloth,
Depeche Mode,
Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman.
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.