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 Namibia and from Calgary.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 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 Happenings to the grime 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 Half Japanese. All the underground hits.
All DJ Sneak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alton Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Con Funk Shun record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tim Buckley,
Jerry's Kids,
Sound Behaviour,
Outsiders,
The Gap Band,
The Residents,
Cal Tjader,
Maurizio,
Nils Olav,
Mr. Review,
Symarip,
Qualms,
Japan,
Shoche,
Anakelly,
Stockholm Monsters,
Mars,
Wasted Youth,
Crispy Ambulance,
Steve Hackett,
Eric Copeland,
Chris Corsano,
Crime,
The Count Five,
The Misunderstood,
Vainqueur,
DJ Style,
Piero Umiliani,
Cymande,
Soft Machine,
Eric B and Rakim,
Kenny Larkin,
Quantec,
Severed Heads,
Eli Mardock,
Dorothy Ashby,
Motorama,
Man Eating Sloth,
Accadde A,
Funkadelic,
Sun City Girls,
Patti Smith,
Eden Ahbez,
Sparks,
Ice-T,
Rekid,
Lightning Bolt,
Animal Collective,
Mark Hollis,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Das Ding,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Robert Görl,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Fad Gadget,
Procol Harum,
Country Teasers,
The Vogues,
Oblivians,
Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks.
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.