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 Greece and from Shanghai.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 arpeggiator 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 New Order to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Gichy Dan. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Sherman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Detroit Cobras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Flesh Eaters,
Lower 48,
Joe Smooth,
Trumans Water,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Cramps,
Yaz,
ABC,
Tubeway Army,
David Bowie,
Pussy Galore,
The Residents,
Soft Machine,
Bush Tetras,
Gichy Dan,
The Toasters,
The Angels of Light,
the Bar-Kays,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gregory Isaacs,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Tremeloes,
Patti Smith,
The Beau Brummels,
Ronan,
Main Source,
Mad Mike,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Cabaret Voltaire,
James White and The Blacks,
Visage,
Robert Görl,
Bill Near,
Oneida,
The Fortunes,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Can,
Supertramp,
Heaven 17,
Avey Tare,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Anthony Braxton,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Slits,
Robert Hood,
Tom Boy,
Funky Four + One,
Pantytec,
Bobby Sherman,
The Misunderstood,
10cc,
DNA,
Warren Ellis,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Young Rascals,
Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants.
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.