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 Chile and from Manchester.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 cv313 to the disco 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 H. Thieme. All the underground hits.
All Pet Shop Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy Collins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Das Ding,
Gong,
Drexciya,
Amazonics,
Arcadia,
Byron Stingily,
The Angels of Light,
Sällskapet,
Sun Ra,
Echospace,
Jesper Dahlback,
Mars,
Metal Thangz,
Jawbox,
Nirvana,
Boredoms,
Dual Sessions,
Sugar Minott,
The Doors,
Lyres,
Gil Scott Heron,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Busters,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Donny Hathaway,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Alton Ellis,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Severed Heads,
the Human League,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Five Americans,
Crash Course in Science,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
This Heat,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Suburban Knight,
The Neon Judgement,
Morten Harket,
T. Rex,
Ronan,
Mary Jane Girls,
Schoolly D,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
A Certain Ratio,
The Trojans,
The Index,
Susan Cadogan,
the Normal,
Patti Smith,
The Blackbyrds,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gabor Szabo,
Kaleidoscope,
Tears for Fears,
Marc Almond,
Mr. Review,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sarah Menescal,
Faraquet,
Scion, Scion, Scion, Scion.
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.