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 Dominican Republic and from Paris.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Men They Couldn't Hang to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Lungfish. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every U.S. Maple record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Theoretical Girls,
Tomorrow,
Jeff Mills,
The Electric Prunes,
The Doobie Brothers,
Hot Snakes,
Public Enemy,
Scott Walker,
Erykah Badu,
Au Pairs,
The Wake,
Girls At Our Best!,
Soulsonic Force,
Janne Schatter,
Blake Baxter,
Mandrill,
The Blues Magoos,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Siglo XX,
Yazoo,
Panda Bear,
John Coltrane,
Duran Duran,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Basic Channel,
Pussy Galore,
Maurizio,
Japan,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Star Department,
John Holt,
U.S. Maple,
Bobby Sherman,
The Mummies,
The Angels of Light,
Michelle Simonal,
The Skatalites,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Alton Ellis,
Babytalk,
The Music Machine,
Pantaleimon,
Monks,
Scientists,
the Swans,
Parry Music,
The Kinks,
Gang of Four,
Kaleidoscope,
Stetsasonic,
Heaven 17,
Vainqueur,
Pylon,
Carl Craig,
Scan 7,
Angry Samoans,
Pet Shop Boys,
Q and Not U,
Sarah Menescal,
Matthew Halsall,
Curtis Mayfield,
David McCallum,
The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke.
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.