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 Morocco and from Madrid.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 spring reverb 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 Underground Resistance to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Invisible. All the underground hits.
All Young Marble Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vaughan Mason & Crew record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q65 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cluster,
Qualms,
Rakim,
UT,
Amon Düül,
The Evens,
Lower 48,
Deakin,
Infiniti,
The Vogues,
Nik Kershaw,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Khruangbin,
Sixth Finger,
Bobby Sherman,
The Victims,
Joe Finger,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Leaves,
Max Romeo,
The Raincoats,
Pulsallama,
Spandau Ballet,
Don Cherry,
Flash Fearless,
Neu!,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Vainqueur,
Archie Shepp,
Unwound,
The Gun Club,
Ken Boothe,
Lalo Schifrin,
Donny Hathaway,
Letta Mbulu,
Davy DMX,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ultimate Spinach,
Basic Channel,
The Fall,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
June of 44,
Black Sheep,
Arcadia,
Can,
Brick,
Ronan,
Alison Limerick,
Goldenarms,
Rites of Spring,
8 Eyed Spy,
Aaron Thompson,
Deadbeat,
Shoche,
John Foxx,
Funkadelic,
Gang Gang Dance,
Livin' Joy,
Gil Scott Heron,
X-Ray Spex,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
World's Most,
Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville.
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.