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 Gambia and from Delhi.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 harpsichord 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 Pere Ubu to the grime 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 Freddie Wadling. All the underground hits.
All It's A Beautiful Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Moon 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 chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sällskapet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang On A Can,
Spandau Ballet,
UT,
Al Stewart,
Lalann,
Kerri Chandler,
Arthur Verocai,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gang Gang Dance,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Livin' Joy,
The Barracudas,
Unwound,
Liliput,
Babytalk,
Dave Gahan,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Parry Music,
Average White Band,
Alison Limerick,
Pole,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
F. McDonald,
Brick,
Neil Young,
Essential Logic,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Junior Murvin,
June of 44,
The Cowsills,
Mark Hollis,
Lungfish,
the Soft Cell,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Severed Heads,
Procol Harum,
Clear Light,
Harry Pussy,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Buckinghams,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Zapp,
Thee Headcoats,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Todd Terry,
Carl Craig,
Kerrie Biddell,
Outsiders,
Das Ding,
The Human League,
Lyres,
Metal Thangz,
Boredoms,
Flipper,
EPMD,
Michelle Simonal,
The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes.
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.