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 Bahrain and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 DJ Sneak to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Moby Grape. All the underground hits.
All DNA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Prince Buster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kevin Saunderson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Traffic Nightmare,
Vainqueur,
The Velvet Underground,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Grauzone,
Scientists,
Stetsasonic,
Robert Wyatt,
Crooked Eye,
Magma,
Lou Reed,
Hot Snakes,
Wally Richardson,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Chris Corsano,
The Red Krayola,
Glenn Branca,
Angry Samoans,
Graham Central Station,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Amazonics,
Wings,
Jerry's Kids,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Aswad,
The Happenings,
The Modern Lovers,
Aural Exciters,
Toni Rubio,
The Invisible,
Lindisfarne,
Henry Cow,
Arcadia,
Gerry Rafferty,
Echospace,
The Monochrome Set,
the Sonics,
The Smiths,
The Toasters,
Delon & Dalcan,
La Düsseldorf,
Parry Music,
The Misunderstood,
Stiv Bators,
Bad Manners,
Bill Near,
Fear,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Scott Walker,
The Angels of Light,
Crispy Ambulance,
Kenny Larkin,
Matthew Bourne,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Techniques,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gang Gang Dance,
Oblivians,
The Associates, The Associates, The Associates, The Associates.
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.