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 Jamaica and from Spokane.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Dave Gahan to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Das Ding. All the underground hits.
All Harry Pussy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terror Squad Feat. Camron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-102 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Letta Mbulu,
The Grass Roots,
Skaos,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Moody Blues,
Jeff Mills,
Mo-Dettes,
Niagra,
Derrick May,
Laurel Aitken,
Sarah Menescal,
Subhumans,
Quadrant,
Kas Product,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
A Certain Ratio,
This Heat,
The Fortunes,
The Gun Club,
Tres Demented,
The Blues Magoos,
Interpol,
Main Source,
Bobby Womack,
Saccharine Trust,
Eric Copeland,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Mad Mike,
Todd Terry,
Ossler,
Monks,
The Alarm Clocks,
Mandrill,
Guru Guru,
Qualms,
The Raincoats,
Drexciya,
The Detroit Cobras,
Rosa Yemen,
Faraquet,
JFA,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Deadbeat,
Joensuu 1685,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Neil Young,
Barry Ungar,
H. Thieme,
Scratch Acid,
Sonny Sharrock,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Porter Ricks,
Public Image Ltd.,
Tommy Roe,
Basic Channel,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sex Pistols,
Audionom,
Bobby Sherman,
Cal Tjader,
The Human League, The Human League, The Human League, The Human League.
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.