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 Cyprus and from Edmonton.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Heaven 17 to the rock 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 CMW. All the underground hits.
All ABC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Letta Mbulu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythim Is Rhythim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Grass Roots,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Circle Jerks,
Pharoah Sanders,
Q65,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Soulsonic Force,
Massinfluence,
Banda Bassotti,
Gabor Szabo,
Funky Four + One,
The Residents,
The Human League,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Peter and Kerry,
Symarip,
Cymande,
Zero Boys,
Lindisfarne,
Scott Walker,
Jeff Lynne,
Ice-T,
Procol Harum,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Mandrill,
Roxette,
the Association,
Technova,
Scientists,
Frankie Knuckles,
Eric B and Rakim,
Amon Düül,
Silicon Teens,
Reuben Wilson,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Minny Pops,
Janne Schatter,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Black Dice,
Bobby Womack,
Depeche Mode,
Interpol,
World's Most,
Henry Cow,
Jandek,
Popol Vuh,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Easy Going,
Jerry's Kids,
Juan Atkins,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Shadows of Knight,
Faraquet,
Young Marble Giants,
Johnny Osbourne,
Cluster,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Fugs,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Connie Case,
Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes.
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.