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 Norway and from Milan.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Gladiators to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sister Nancy. All the underground hits.
All Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-Ray Spex 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quando Quango record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Machine,
The Slackers,
Lalann,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Roxette,
B.T. Express,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Man Parrish,
Kaleidoscope,
Iggy Pop,
Stiv Bators,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Loose Ends,
Basic Channel,
Motorama,
The Dirtbombs,
The Raincoats,
The Gun Club,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sonny Sharrock,
Panda Bear,
Groovy Waters,
Graham Central Station,
Soul Sonic Force,
Delta 5,
Y Pants,
The Modern Lovers,
DJ Sneak,
Zero Boys,
Eden Ahbez,
Flipper,
Mad Mike,
Eurythmics,
E-Dancer,
OOIOO,
New York Dolls,
The Saints,
The Doors,
U.S. Maple,
Bronski Beat,
Todd Rundgren,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Darondo,
Ossler,
The Names,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Accadde A,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Smiths,
Pole,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Brick,
Bill Wells,
Marvin Gaye,
The Seeds,
Procol Harum,
Freddie Wadling,
Bobby Byrd,
Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux.
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.