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 Djibouti and from London.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Piero Umiliani to the grime 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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Alphaville tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Golliwogs 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Normal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Trumans Water,
Ice-T,
The Real Kids,
T. Rex,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Slackers,
Judy Mowatt,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Au Pairs,
Scion,
Josef K,
June of 44,
Drexciya,
Talk Talk,
Jerry's Kids,
Lungfish,
Pole,
Arab on Radar,
The Pretty Things,
The Shadows of Knight,
Smog,
The Kinks,
Funky Four + One,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Man Eating Sloth,
Scan 7,
Icehouse,
The Remains,
Sister Nancy,
Chrome,
Gregory Isaacs,
Scott Walker,
Nirvana,
Quando Quango,
kango's stein massive,
Reuben Wilson,
The Smoke,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Chris Corsano,
Swell Maps,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Joyce Sims,
Pantaleimon,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Birthday Party,
The Modern Lovers,
Stockholm Monsters,
Slave,
Theoretical Girls,
The Leaves,
Popol Vuh,
Connie Case,
The Neon Judgement,
Q and Not U,
Lalo Schifrin,
Cal Tjader,
Lalann,
Eric B and Rakim,
Neil Young,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs.
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.