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 Gabon and from Taipei.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Edmonton.
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 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Todd Terry to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Johnny Clarke. All the underground hits.
All Fort Wilson Riot tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eurythmics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick May,
Steve Hackett,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Electric Prunes,
Q and Not U,
the Association,
The Blues Magoos,
Tomorrow,
Khruangbin,
Young Marble Giants,
Yaz,
Rufus Thomas,
Moss Icon,
Mark Hollis,
Eve St. Jones,
Alphaville,
Soft Machine,
Eurythmics,
The Golliwogs,
Lalann,
Radiopuhelimet,
Surgeon,
Nick Fraelich,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Cramps,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lakeside,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Section 25,
New Order,
Sam Rivers,
Japan,
Eric Dolphy,
Mo-Dettes,
Talk Talk,
F. McDonald,
Wire,
Model 500,
Neu!,
Newcleus,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sight & Sound,
U.S. Maple,
The Gap Band,
New York Dolls,
Pagans,
Circle Jerks,
The Monks,
The Cowsills,
The Searchers,
Terrestrial Tones,
Kenny Larkin,
Girls At Our Best!,
Pussy Galore,
JFA,
Barbara Tucker,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
the Normal,
Blancmange,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lucky Dragons,
Dave Gahan,
Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light.
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.