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 Guinea and from Bologna.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 organ 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 Wolf Eyes to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Vaughan Mason & Crew. All the underground hits.
All the Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sight & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Enemy,
Jeff Lynne,
Japan,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Rekid,
Gang of Four,
Circle Jerks,
The Standells,
Tropical Tobacco,
Joy Division,
Livin' Joy,
Jesper Dahlback,
Fela Kuti,
Mantronix,
Isaac Hayes,
Pantaleimon,
These Immortal Souls,
Moebius,
Stockholm Monsters,
Howard Jones,
The Cure,
Skriet,
Joyce Sims,
Juan Atkins,
ABBA,
the Germs,
the Fania All-Stars,
Cluster,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Robert Wyatt,
Audionom,
Rufus Thomas,
The Index,
Fat Boys,
Cheater Slicks,
Excepter,
Peter & Gordon,
Roxy Music,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Jacques Brel,
Neil Young,
The Gap Band,
Average White Band,
Eve St. Jones,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Inner City,
The Red Krayola,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The New Christs,
Darondo,
Arab on Radar,
Graham Central Station,
John Cale,
Index,
Massinfluence,
Spandau Ballet,
The Residents,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Matthew Halsall,
Scott Walker,
Funkadelic,
Big Daddy Kane,
Hardrive,
Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton.
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.