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 Guinea and from Bremen.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Angels of Light to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson. All the underground hits.
All Be Bop Deluxe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dorothy Ashby 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Panda Bear,
Faraquet,
Marshall Jefferson,
the Swans,
Arcadia,
Rotary Connection,
Sight & Sound,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
DNA,
Roxy Music,
Robert Hood,
Desert Stars,
Prince Buster,
Scrapy,
Accadde A,
Tres Demented,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ultra Naté,
MDC,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Parry Music,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Au Pairs,
Traffic Nightmare,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Cymande,
The Human League,
China Crisis,
Kevin Saunderson,
Pole,
Grandmaster Flash,
Big Daddy Kane,
Radio Birdman,
Fugazi,
The Neon Judgement,
Visage,
Black Pus,
Public Enemy,
Kayak,
Zero Boys,
The Durutti Column,
Ken Boothe,
Basic Channel,
Qualms,
Fear,
Lalo Schifrin,
Little Man,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Birthday Party,
Sun City Girls,
Sixth Finger,
Wally Richardson,
Cheater Slicks,
The Skatalites,
The Invisible,
Amazonics,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bob Dylan,
Dorothy Ashby,
Whodini,
T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex.
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.