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 Namibia and from Tehran.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 snare 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 Joensuu 1685 to the rock 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 kango's stein massive. All the underground hits.
All Aloha Tigers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Starr 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cowsills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Last Poets,
Crispy Ambulance,
Thee Headcoats,
Lungfish,
Alison Limerick,
Hashim,
Second Layer,
Sandy B,
Radiopuhelimet,
X-102,
Harmonia,
Erasure,
The Fall,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Banda Bassotti,
Circle Jerks,
Lebanon Hanover,
Negative Approach,
the Sonics,
Sixth Finger,
Y Pants,
Ten City,
Ice-T,
Ohio Players,
Barclay James Harvest,
Shuggie Otis,
Moebius,
Camberwell Now,
Fat Boys,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
PIL,
Yellowson,
Masters at Work,
The Music Machine,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Tim Buckley,
Moss Icon,
Cameo,
The Barracudas,
Echospace,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Girls At Our Best!,
Wally Richardson,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Glenn Branca,
Man Eating Sloth,
Brick,
Isaac Hayes,
The Modern Lovers,
Jeru the Damaja,
Aloha Tigers,
Pulsallama,
The Selecter,
Heaven 17,
Dave Gahan,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Kenny Larkin,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Rhythm & Sound,
Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys.
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.