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 Turkey and from Manila.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 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 Camberwell Now to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Spoonie Gee. All the underground hits.
All Mars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blake Baxter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Fortunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker,
Don Cherry,
the Normal,
Delon & Dalcan,
Jeru the Damaja,
Jerry's Kids,
The Durutti Column,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bad Manners,
Siglo XX,
Gastr Del Sol,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Prince Buster,
Susan Cadogan,
Delta 5,
Hardrive,
Rapeman,
Rod Modell,
The Dead C,
In Retrospect,
Juan Atkins,
Cymande,
Nation of Ulysses,
Aloha Tigers,
Joensuu 1685,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Glambeats Corp.,
Jacques Brel,
The Young Rascals,
Severed Heads,
Toni Rubio,
Marmalade,
Kool Moe Dee,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Make Up,
Pet Shop Boys,
Michelle Simonal,
Joe Smooth,
Matthew Bourne,
The Sound,
Schoolly D,
Gang Starr,
John Lydon,
Faraquet,
Zapp,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Modern Lovers,
Depeche Mode,
The Litter,
Second Layer,
Wire,
The Techniques,
The Gun Club,
Oneida,
Mantronix,
Rhythm & Sound,
the Germs,
Magma,
Rufus Thomas,
The Remains,
The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans.
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.