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 Guyana and from Winnipeg.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Talk Talk to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Bad Manners. All the underground hits.
All Rufus Thomas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Görl 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barrington Levy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Motorama,
Siglo XX,
The Techniques,
Scion,
Agent Orange,
Pierre Henry,
T. Rex,
The Invisible,
DNA,
The Vogues,
Susan Cadogan,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ronnie Foster,
Tubeway Army,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
kango's stein massive,
U.S. Maple,
The Mummies,
Porter Ricks,
Grandmaster Flash,
Pharoah Sanders,
Moby Grape,
The Smoke,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Flesh Eaters,
Slave,
Buzzcocks,
AZ,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Graham Central Station,
The Modern Lovers,
The Seeds,
Tropical Tobacco,
Rhythm & Sound,
Qualms,
Jerry's Kids,
Skaos,
Robert Hood,
Lungfish,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Fad Gadget,
UT,
Accadde A,
Ultravox,
Amazonics,
The Fuzztones,
Kurtis Blow,
Thompson Twins,
The Birthday Party,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Names,
Wally Richardson,
Joe Smooth,
Swans,
Ludus,
Rotary Connection,
Sight & Sound,
Intrusion,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Danielle Patucci,
The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels.
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.