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 Tanzania and from Lyon.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 sitar 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 Livin' Joy to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sällskapet. All the underground hits.
All Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bauhaus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joensuu 1685 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dennis Brown,
Ultra Naté,
Kurtis Blow,
The Durutti Column,
Cybotron,
Patti Smith,
Suburban Knight,
Khruangbin,
Curtis Mayfield,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Golliwogs,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
John Foxx,
Cluster,
The Stooges,
Quando Quango,
Robert Hood,
The Gories,
The Mummies,
Alice Coltrane,
The Mojo Men,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Letta Mbulu,
Wings,
X-101,
Dave Gahan,
Gang of Four,
The Searchers,
Bluetip,
FM Einheit,
Piero Umiliani,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Nils Olav,
X-Ray Spex,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Black Dice,
Gerry Rafferty,
CMW,
Popol Vuh,
OOIOO,
the Soft Cell,
Scrapy,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Toni Rubio,
Crash Course in Science,
The Busters,
Rotary Connection,
Brand Nubian,
Jimmy McGriff,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Dirtbombs,
Rod Modell,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Stereo Dub,
Ludus,
The Knickerbockers,
Aural Exciters,
The Standells,
Charles Mingus,
Soft Machine,
Adolescents,
Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo.
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.