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 Antigua and from Taipei.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 spring reverb 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 Steve Hackett to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Angels of Light. All the underground hits.
All The Barracudas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Certain Ratio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Curtis Mayfield record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kevin Saunderson,
Aaron Thompson,
Godley & Creme,
Oneida,
Wolf Eyes,
Pet Shop Boys,
La Düsseldorf,
Andrew Hill,
Minor Threat,
ABC,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Silicon Teens,
Boogie Down Productions,
Brothers Johnson,
The Smoke,
Pantaleimon,
Ossler,
Kurtis Blow,
Brass Construction,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Velvet Underground,
Suicide,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ohio Players,
Little Man,
Isaac Hayes,
Pantytec,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Motorama,
Crash Course in Science,
Deepchord,
Wasted Youth,
Juan Atkins,
Dual Sessions,
Laurel Aitken,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Flesh Eaters,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Evens,
Jacques Brel,
Amon Düül II,
Gabor Szabo,
Nick Fraelich,
Accadde A,
Gang Gang Dance,
Roxy Music,
Robert Hood,
Bob Dylan,
E-Dancer,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Arthur Verocai,
Fat Boys,
Mr. Review,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Seeds,
CMW,
The Moody Blues,
Pharoah Sanders,
Reagan Youth,
Jacob Miller,
Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5.
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.