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 Antigua and from Madrid.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 guitar 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 Moebius to the rap 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 The Saints. All the underground hits.
All The Fuzztones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cluster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Starr record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Residents,
Simply Red,
The Tremeloes,
JFA,
The Fortunes,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Pop Group,
Camouflage,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Siglo XX,
Vladislav Delay,
Howard Jones,
Pierre Henry,
Heaven 17,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Unrelated Segments,
The Invisible,
Crooked Eye,
cv313,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ludus,
Yaz,
Ralphi Rosario,
Warsaw,
Dawn Penn,
Marmalade,
Half Japanese,
Anthony Braxton,
Harry Pussy,
Suicide,
Franke,
Fluxion,
Big Daddy Kane,
Accadde A,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sugar Minott,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Music Machine,
PIL,
David Bowie,
Sparks,
Hasil Adkins,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Mummies,
Soul II Soul,
Moby Grape,
Marine Girls,
Circle Jerks,
Outsiders,
The Young Rascals,
Eve St. Jones,
Slave,
Kerri Chandler,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sam Rivers,
Roger Hodgson,
The Angels of Light,
Japan,
Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding.
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.