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 Slovenia and from Hong Kong.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 marimba 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))) to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 DJ Style. All the underground hits.
All Neu! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sound Behaviour record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bill Wells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sunsets and Hearts,
48th St. Collective,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
This Heat,
The Pretty Things,
Kurtis Blow,
June of 44,
Gabor Szabo,
Motorama,
Thompson Twins,
Bob Dylan,
Yaz,
The Grass Roots,
Joey Negro,
Mission of Burma,
Au Pairs,
Marc Almond,
Scion,
Pierre Henry,
Angry Samoans,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Peter & Gordon,
Infiniti,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Soft Machine,
Fifty Foot Hose,
CMW,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sixth Finger,
Soft Cell,
The Beau Brummels,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Thee Headcoats,
The Saints,
Brick,
Q and Not U,
The Mummies,
Ituana,
Moby Grape,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bang On A Can,
A Certain Ratio,
The Remains,
Harmonia,
Quando Quango,
Theoretical Girls,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Erasure,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
John Holt,
U.S. Maple,
The Doobie Brothers,
Organ,
R.M.O.,
JFA,
Eric Copeland,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Pantytec,
Ronan,
The Human League,
Minor Threat,
Pylon, Pylon, Pylon, Pylon.
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.