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 Vietnam and from Mumbai.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 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 Cameo to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Trumans Water. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun City Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Evens,
Groovy Waters,
Marmalade,
Niagra,
Das Ding,
Jawbox,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Wake,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
ABC,
Rakim,
Hardrive,
The Moody Blues,
Heaven 17,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ten City,
Alice Coltrane,
The Walker Brothers,
Sound Behaviour,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Fela Kuti,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Television,
Parry Music,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Monks,
Cymande,
Unwound,
Arthur Verocai,
The Grass Roots,
The Remains,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
KRS-One,
Man Parrish,
Accadde A,
Neu!,
Talk Talk,
Godley & Creme,
Sixth Finger,
Stiv Bators,
Glenn Branca,
Gastr Del Sol,
Unrelated Segments,
The Pretty Things,
The Count Five,
Marcia Griffiths,
Derrick May,
Erasure,
Kenny Larkin,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Mo-Dettes,
The Neon Judgement,
Popol Vuh,
Todd Rundgren,
Barbara Tucker,
Cecil Taylor,
Roy Ayers,
Gang Starr,
The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang.
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.