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 Andorra and from Manchester.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 chamberlin 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 Jacques Brel to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Q and Not U. All the underground hits.
All The Busters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool Moe Dee 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlback record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Carl Craig,
Metal Thangz,
Matthew Bourne,
Blossom Toes,
Oblivians,
Hasil Adkins,
Liliput,
Swans,
David Bowie,
John Lydon,
The Busters,
Jandek,
Hoover,
Sarah Menescal,
kango's stein massive,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Reagan Youth,
Marine Girls,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Pretty Things,
Second Layer,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Five Americans,
Peter & Gordon,
Lyres,
John Cale,
Barry Ungar,
Tommy Roe,
The Sonics,
Porter Ricks,
Vainqueur,
Schoolly D,
the Sonics,
Michelle Simonal,
the Soft Cell,
Tomorrow,
Marc Almond,
Qualms,
The Mojo Men,
Soulsonic Force,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Desert Stars,
MC5,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Invisible,
Black Moon,
CMW,
Drexciya,
The Divine Comedy,
Country Teasers,
Skaos,
Joyce Sims,
Black Bananas,
Bluetip,
Danielle Patucci,
Bob Dylan,
Inner City,
Radiohead,
Slave,
Von Mondo,
Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin.
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.