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 Ivory Coast and from Glasgow.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Simply Red. All the underground hits.
All OOIOO tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
World's Most,
Scott Walker,
Yusef Lateef,
Arcadia,
Ralphi Rosario,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Easy Going,
CMW,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Hoover,
Wally Richardson,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sun Ra,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Robert Görl,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Panda Bear,
The Divine Comedy,
Gichy Dan,
Faust,
Tomorrow,
Wings,
The Blackbyrds,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sarah Menescal,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Graham Central Station,
Bush Tetras,
Maleditus Sound,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Real Kids,
The Star Department,
Lyres,
Kevin Saunderson,
Matthew Halsall,
Altered Images,
Maurizio,
Drive Like Jehu,
Anthony Braxton,
Nik Kershaw,
Whodini,
Bobby Womack,
The Zeros,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Beau Brummels,
Lou Reed,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Tom Boy,
Iggy Pop,
Jacques Brel,
Terry Callier,
Scientists,
Rosa Yemen,
a-ha,
Sister Nancy,
Aswad,
Radio Birdman,
Blancmange,
The Seeds,
The Stooges,
Monolake,
Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus.
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.