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 Portugal and from Sao Paulo.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 theremin 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 Goldenarms to the rock 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 Frankie Knuckles. All the underground hits.
All Dark Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Flock of Seagulls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick Morgan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nas,
Silicon Teens,
Todd Rundgren,
The Sonics,
L. Decosne,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Susan Cadogan,
Glambeats Corp.,
David McCallum,
Gang Starr,
Con Funk Shun,
Monolake,
The Monks,
Idris Muhammad,
Harmonia,
Faraquet,
Popol Vuh,
Wire,
John Holt,
Funkadelic,
Sexual Harrassment,
Chris & Cosey,
Soft Cell,
Model 500,
Deepchord,
New Age Steppers,
The Five Americans,
The Barracudas,
Fear,
Newcleus,
KRS-One,
Television,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
cv313,
the Soft Cell,
The Gladiators,
Judy Mowatt,
Clear Light,
Byron Stingily,
Robert Hood,
Reagan Youth,
Smog,
Parry Music,
Slick Rick,
Depeche Mode,
Suicide,
Nils Olav,
The Shadows of Knight,
Alton Ellis,
Young Marble Giants,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pagans,
The Blackbyrds,
Connie Case,
Matthew Halsall,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Motions,
Leonard Cohen,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Jandek,
Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young.
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.