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 Yemen 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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Mumbai.
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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Red Krayola to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Larry & the Blue Notes. All the underground hits.
All Mr. Review tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every PIL record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delon & Dalcan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lee Hazlewood,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Names,
Crooked Eye,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Five Americans,
Panda Bear,
Jawbox,
The Fugs,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Yaz,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sun City Girls,
Junior Murvin,
James White and The Blacks,
Quando Quango,
Bad Manners,
Essential Logic,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Scott Walker,
The Cure,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Von Mondo,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Count Five,
the Human League,
Quantec,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Isaac Hayes,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
a-ha,
F. McDonald,
The Modern Lovers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sugar Minott,
Gong,
The Fortunes,
Eric Copeland,
Peter and Kerry,
Can,
Todd Rundgren,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Siglo XX,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Danielle Patucci,
Heaven 17,
E-Dancer,
The Mojo Men,
Neu!,
Tommy Roe,
Kevin Saunderson,
Alton Ellis,
Monks,
The Litter,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Magazine,
Sonic Youth,
Robert Wyatt,
Delon & Dalcan,
Cameo,
Ronnie Foster,
Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell.
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.