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 Bolivia and from Toronto.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 guitar 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 Kerrie Biddell to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All Drive Like Jehu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Sneak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sly & The Family Stone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Cale,
Lakeside,
The Dave Clark Five,
Pussy Galore,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Panda Bear,
The J.B.'s,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Cure,
Dawn Penn,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Fugazi,
The Toasters,
Wally Richardson,
Gil Scott Heron,
Yusef Lateef,
Joyce Sims,
The Detroit Cobras,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Fatback Band,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Letta Mbulu,
Connie Case,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Moebius,
Supertramp,
Deepchord,
The Vogues,
X-101,
Heaven 17,
Robert Görl,
Gang Green,
The Count Five,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Trojans,
Von Mondo,
Big Daddy Kane,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Evens,
Joy Division,
Pet Shop Boys,
Aswad,
The Mojo Men,
Nas,
Ultra Naté,
Aaron Thompson,
T. Rex,
Nik Kershaw,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Roxette,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Tropical Tobacco,
Mr. Review,
Spandau Ballet,
Moss Icon,
Mandrill,
The Smoke,
Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour.
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.