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 Mozambique 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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Heavy D & The Boyz to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Dead Boys. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lebanon Hanover 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bauhaus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Motorama,
The Vogues,
Essential Logic,
Eurythmics,
Erasure,
Grauzone,
Nirvana,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ralphi Rosario,
John Holt,
Model 500,
Boredoms,
Icehouse,
Max Romeo,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Nils Olav,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Stetsasonic,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Mad Mike,
Neu!,
Jawbox,
DJ Sneak,
Schoolly D,
The Pop Group,
Agent Orange,
Funkadelic,
Los Fastidios,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The American Breed,
Fat Boys,
Banda Bassotti,
Faraquet,
Visage,
Hoover,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Curtis Mayfield,
Juan Atkins,
Jerry's Kids,
Sun Ra,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Camberwell Now,
Youth Brigade,
The Searchers,
Hot Snakes,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sun City Girls,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Can,
Arcadia,
Kaleidoscope,
Skriet,
Zapp,
Derrick May,
The Evens,
Average White Band,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Grey Daturas,
The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics.
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.