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 Tokyo.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Dual Sessions to the rock 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron. All the underground hits.
All Scientists tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Velvet Underground 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
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,
Black Sheep,
The Red Krayola,
Zero Boys,
The Angels of Light,
The Stooges,
Man Eating Sloth,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Radiohead,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bang On A Can,
Pet Shop Boys,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Underground Resistance,
Eurythmics,
Kas Product,
Alison Limerick,
Quadrant,
Sight & Sound,
Newcleus,
Neil Young,
Carl Craig,
Half Japanese,
ABC,
Groovy Waters,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Smoke,
Prince Buster,
Gong,
The Motions,
Gang Starr,
8 Eyed Spy,
Funkadelic,
The Golliwogs,
Goldenarms,
Bill Wells,
Cecil Taylor,
Lyres,
The Saints,
Curtis Mayfield,
Radio Birdman,
Can,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Colin Newman,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The New Christs,
kango's stein massive,
Bob Dylan,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Wake,
Lalann,
Big Daddy Kane,
Howard Jones,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Heaven 17,
Terrestrial Tones,
Erasure,
The Black Dice,
Graham Central Station,
Pulsallama,
H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme.
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.