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 Guatemala and from Edmonton.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 Bobby Womack to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band. All the underground hits.
All Half Japanese tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slick Rick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Invisible record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lee Hazlewood,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Jesper Dahlback,
Kevin Saunderson,
Depeche Mode,
Cluster,
Gil Scott Heron,
Agitation Free,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Durutti Column,
Make Up,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The United States of America,
Ituana,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Dirtbombs,
Donald Byrd,
Magazine,
Livin' Joy,
Fela Kuti,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Beau Brummels,
Harry Pussy,
Bang On A Can,
Junior Murvin,
Joe Finger,
Eurythmics,
Letta Mbulu,
Harmonia,
Fatback Band,
The Gun Club,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Supertramp,
The Offenders,
The Mummies,
The Cowsills,
Crooked Eye,
Derrick May,
Spandau Ballet,
Hasil Adkins,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Howard Jones,
Urselle,
Agent Orange,
Juan Atkins,
Ten City,
Kenny Larkin,
Marvin Gaye,
Silicon Teens,
The Mojo Men,
Yellowson,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Matthew Halsall,
Lalann,
Deakin,
Kerri Chandler,
Malaria!,
Derrick Morgan,
Index,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.