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 Romania and from Edmonton.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 oboe 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 Echo & the Bunnymen to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Ultravox. All the underground hits.
All Pierre Henry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispian St. Peters 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Halsall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharoah Sanders,
Alison Limerick,
DJ Style,
Delta 5,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Harry Pussy,
Amon Düül II,
The Grass Roots,
Saccharine Trust,
Isaac Hayes,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lee Hazlewood,
Minny Pops,
Nas,
Sound Behaviour,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gil Scott Heron,
Moebius,
Joe Finger,
Main Source,
D'Angelo,
Joey Negro,
DJ Sneak,
The Red Krayola,
Tubeway Army,
The Trojans,
Tommy Roe,
The Leaves,
The Toasters,
The Remains,
Soul II Soul,
Deakin,
The Blackbyrds,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
the Normal,
The Buckinghams,
Crooked Eye,
Desert Stars,
X-102,
Rufus Thomas,
Popol Vuh,
Jeff Mills,
June Days,
Panda Bear,
Can,
The Stooges,
Joy Division,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Crispian St. Peters,
Babytalk,
Zapp,
Jacob Miller,
Sixth Finger,
Youth Brigade,
Pantytec,
Ultimate Spinach,
Wire,
Essential Logic,
The Gun Club,
Boredoms,
The Searchers,
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You don't know what you really want.
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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.