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 Moldova and from Hong Kong.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Can to the rap 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 Blackbyrds. All the underground hits.
All The Cosmic Jokers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The American Breed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a AZ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Detroit Cobras,
Aural Exciters,
X-101,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sister Nancy,
The Slits,
Bauhaus,
Donny Hathaway,
Marshall Jefferson,
Eric B and Rakim,
Main Source,
T.S.O.L.,
Altered Images,
David Bowie,
Kevin Saunderson,
Jacques Brel,
The Modern Lovers,
Boredoms,
Piero Umiliani,
Scrapy,
Pussy Galore,
Marc Almond,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
New Order,
Barrington Levy,
Massinfluence,
Henry Cow,
June Days,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Yazoo,
Bobby Hutcherson,
James Chance & The Contortions,
JFA,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Techniques,
Jeff Lynne,
In Retrospect,
Sight & Sound,
Loose Ends,
Nico,
Derrick Morgan,
Animal Collective,
Dark Day,
Stereo Dub,
Inner City,
Franke,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Human League,
Ludus,
The Gap Band,
The Gories,
Nils Olav,
10cc,
Erasure,
The Walker Brothers,
Hashim,
Matthew Bourne,
Jeru the Damaja,
Electric Prunes,
Scott Walker,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese.
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.