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 Tunisia and from Jakarta.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Pulsallama to the punk 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 Wasted Youth. All the underground hits.
All The Star Department tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacques Brel 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spoonie Gee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gastr Del Sol,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Real Kids,
Sandy B,
The Neon Judgement,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Barclay James Harvest,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Divine Comedy,
Byron Stingily,
The Walker Brothers,
The Index,
Mo-Dettes,
The Raincoats,
Fat Boys,
Yusef Lateef,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
New Order,
Marine Girls,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Robert Hood,
Skarface,
Delta 5,
Bush Tetras,
Von Mondo,
The Techniques,
Iggy Pop,
Animal Collective,
The Fortunes,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Fire Engines,
Radiopuhelimet,
Q65,
Mandrill,
a-ha,
Erasure,
Scott Walker,
Archie Shepp,
The Motions,
JFA,
Donny Hathaway,
The Offenders,
Theoretical Girls,
David Bowie,
Boz Scaggs,
Minutemen,
Ultra Naté,
Sonic Youth,
Crash Course in Science,
The Tremeloes,
K-Klass,
The Moleskins,
Absolute Body Control,
Johnny Osbourne,
Camouflage,
E-Dancer,
Rotary Connection,
Zero Boys,
Subhumans,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic.
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.