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 Honduras and from Houston.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 rhodes 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 Derrick May 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 Eric B and Rakim. All the underground hits.
All The Residents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bluetip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quando Quango record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Bananas,
Spoonie Gee,
Soft Cell,
Peter and Kerry,
La Düsseldorf,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bluetip,
The Fortunes,
K-Klass,
Hardrive,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ludus,
Monks,
Clear Light,
Gichy Dan,
the Swans,
Whodini,
The Black Dice,
Soft Machine,
The Slits,
Cymande,
Yazoo,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
David Bowie,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Warsaw,
Soul II Soul,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
New Order,
Mantronix,
The Residents,
Scratch Acid,
Wire,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
H. Thieme,
Sandy B,
Black Moon,
Mary Jane Girls,
Wally Richardson,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Funky Four + One,
Amon Düül II,
The Sonics,
David Axelrod,
Motorama,
Tears for Fears,
Sonny Sharrock,
Unwound,
Masters at Work,
Siglo XX,
Jawbox,
The Gap Band,
Terrestrial Tones,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Arab on Radar,
James White and The Blacks,
Metal Thangz,
the Fania All-Stars,
Tubeway Army,
World's Most,
The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers.
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.