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 Albania 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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and London.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Matthew Bourne to the electroclash 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 Parry Music. All the underground hits.
All Zapp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liliput record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quantec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum 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?
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Blues Magoos,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Deadbeat,
Ice-T,
Gregory Isaacs,
Organ,
Nik Kershaw,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Camberwell Now,
Scan 7,
Severed Heads,
June of 44,
Spandau Ballet,
Stockholm Monsters,
Hot Snakes,
The Misunderstood,
Gang Starr,
Masters at Work,
Magma,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Swans,
Cameo,
Desert Stars,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Delta 5,
Terry Callier,
The Kinks,
Metal Thangz,
The Invisible,
Black Moon,
The Moleskins,
Gabor Szabo,
The Slackers,
Banda Bassotti,
Eric Copeland,
Kurtis Blow,
Babytalk,
Television Personalities,
Joyce Sims,
Bobby Sherman,
Ossler,
ABC,
Trumans Water,
Yusef Lateef,
Marvin Gaye,
Radiohead,
Quando Quango,
Crash Course in Science,
Pussy Galore,
Aaron Thompson,
Tropical Tobacco,
Aloha Tigers,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Evens,
Grandmaster Flash,
Interpol,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Skatalites,
Reagan Youth,
Little Man,
Jeru the Damaja,
Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills.
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.