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 Ukraine and from Shanghai.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Invisible to the grunge 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo. All the underground hits.
All Grauzone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dual Sessions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Underground Resistance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Laurel Aitken,
Bobby Byrd,
Dennis Brown,
Wings,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Thee Headcoats,
The Motions,
Minny Pops,
Symarip,
Nas,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Hashim,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sparks,
Parry Music,
This Heat,
Cameo,
Brothers Johnson,
Connie Case,
Althea and Donna,
John Foxx,
Gil Scott Heron,
Surgeon,
Joy Division,
Grandmaster Flash,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Interpol,
the Slits,
Qualms,
Underground Resistance,
Desert Stars,
Jacques Brel,
The Dirtbombs,
Slick Rick,
Reuben Wilson,
Magazine,
UT,
Charles Mingus,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Matthew Halsall,
Kas Product,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Cal Tjader,
Andrew Hill,
Robert Wyatt,
Todd Terry,
Derrick May,
Funky Four + One,
Chrome,
CMW,
Stiv Bators,
Theoretical Girls,
Blossom Toes,
Junior Murvin,
Arthur Verocai,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
John Coltrane,
Sight & Sound,
Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth.
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.