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 Uzbekistan and from Bologna.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 rhodes 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 Drexciya to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 the Association. All the underground hits.
All The Misunderstood 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 grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barclay James Harvest record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Slits,
Max Romeo,
Livin' Joy,
Crooked Eye,
Wolf Eyes,
Agitation Free,
Soft Cell,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Fat Boys,
Sister Nancy,
Vladislav Delay,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Pantytec,
Joy Division,
The Music Machine,
Whodini,
Mad Mike,
Lucky Dragons,
Bill Wells,
Marine Girls,
Erykah Badu,
Lower 48,
Lee Hazlewood,
Colin Newman,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Leaves,
These Immortal Souls,
Banda Bassotti,
Underground Resistance,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Heaven 17,
Moss Icon,
Yusef Lateef,
T.S.O.L.,
Dual Sessions,
John Cale,
Alphaville,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Moleskins,
the Swans,
Goldenarms,
Ralphi Rosario,
Hoover,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Yellowson,
David McCallum,
Q and Not U,
Man Parrish,
Susan Cadogan,
the Fania All-Stars,
Supertramp,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Red Krayola,
Roy Ayers,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Nico,
Japan,
Stiv Bators,
The Motions,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Durutti Column,
Magazine, Magazine, Magazine, Magazine.
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.