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 the UAE and from New York.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 synthesizer 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 Rapeman to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Iggy Pop. All the underground hits.
All Ornette Coleman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mojo Men 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nils Olav,
the Soft Cell,
Althea and Donna,
Essential Logic,
the Fania All-Stars,
Royal Trux,
Boogie Down Productions,
Babytalk,
Scott Walker,
Brick,
Peter & Gordon,
Tommy Roe,
The Kinks,
Kerri Chandler,
Country Teasers,
Camberwell Now,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Pantytec,
Lyres,
The Sound,
Arthur Verocai,
Archie Shepp,
Pagans,
Smog,
Saccharine Trust,
Ultimate Spinach,
R.M.O.,
Duran Duran,
Fat Boys,
Q and Not U,
Mo-Dettes,
Bad Manners,
The Fall,
Boz Scaggs,
Mad Mike,
Wings,
Danielle Patucci,
The Motions,
Franke,
Faraquet,
Hashim,
Outsiders,
Stetsasonic,
The United States of America,
Jawbox,
Ponytail,
Anakelly,
Terrestrial Tones,
Pantaleimon,
Nas,
The Tremeloes,
Gang of Four,
The Victims,
The Raincoats,
Aswad,
Warren Ellis,
Inner City,
Todd Rundgren,
The Dirtbombs,
In Retrospect,
Suicide,
Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne.
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.