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 Philippines and from Madrid.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Wings to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Agitation Free. All the underground hits.
All AZ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monks 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jawbox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Foxx,
Soulsonic Force,
Ludus,
The Dead C,
Talk Talk,
Skarface,
The Gladiators,
Tommy Roe,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Hasil Adkins,
The Motions,
Marcia Griffiths,
Carl Craig,
Bang On A Can,
Funky Four + One,
Ituana,
Sugar Minott,
Popol Vuh,
Procol Harum,
Audionom,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Neon Judgement,
Y Pants,
The Saints,
Echospace,
The Mojo Men,
Ossler,
K-Klass,
Stockholm Monsters,
Goldenarms,
Lightning Bolt,
Chris & Cosey,
Ultravox,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Arthur Verocai,
Rosa Yemen,
the Swans,
Freddie Wadling,
John Holt,
In Retrospect,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Shadows of Knight,
Graham Central Station,
Babytalk,
Con Funk Shun,
Skaos,
Icehouse,
Grey Daturas,
Reagan Youth,
The Gap Band,
Juan Atkins,
Scan 7,
Eric Dolphy,
Mark Hollis,
X-101,
Ronan,
Index,
Public Enemy,
Quadrant,
Rufus Thomas,
Can, Can, Can, Can.
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.