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 Armenia and from Beijing.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Archie Shepp to the punk 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 Fat Boys. All the underground hits.
All Kaleidoscope tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eyeless In Gaza record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Simply Red record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Janne Schatter,
Tom Boy,
Newcleus,
ABC,
Fatback Band,
Sarah Menescal,
La Düsseldorf,
MDC,
The Selecter,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Altered Images,
Theoretical Girls,
Index,
Nick Fraelich,
World's Most,
Mary Jane Girls,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Freddie Wadling,
U.S. Maple,
Patti Smith,
Tubeway Army,
A Certain Ratio,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Magma,
John Cale,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Q and Not U,
Absolute Body Control,
Mo-Dettes,
Hardrive,
Rufus Thomas,
The Grass Roots,
Pulsallama,
Eurythmics,
Reuben Wilson,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Public Enemy,
Scan 7,
F. McDonald,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Camberwell Now,
Bob Dylan,
Lindisfarne,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lightning Bolt,
Harry Pussy,
Thee Headcoats,
Los Fastidios,
Soft Cell,
Y Pants,
Hashim,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Evens,
Soul II Soul,
Glambeats Corp.,
Kaleidoscope,
China Crisis,
Aaron Thompson,
Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins.
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.