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 Nauru and from Delhi.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Minnie Riperton to the punk 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 Idris Muhammad. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tears for Fears,
Scan 7,
Section 25,
Little Man,
Faust,
Arthur Verocai,
Trumans Water,
Barclay James Harvest,
Franke,
The Fire Engines,
Eurythmics,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Con Funk Shun,
Gong,
Roy Ayers,
The Smoke,
David McCallum,
Grauzone,
Ten City,
Slave,
Maurizio,
Q65,
The Selecter,
Erasure,
Roxette,
Judy Mowatt,
Khruangbin,
Delta 5,
Vladislav Delay,
Yusef Lateef,
Wally Richardson,
Rotary Connection,
The Count Five,
the Swans,
Depeche Mode,
The Five Americans,
Tropical Tobacco,
David Bowie,
JFA,
The Fugs,
Kool Moe Dee,
Janne Schatter,
The Litter,
Lightning Bolt,
T. Rex,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Kayak,
Robert Görl,
Severed Heads,
Unwound,
Dawn Penn,
Thompson Twins,
Oblivians,
Wings,
Todd Terry,
The Sound,
Maleditus Sound,
Arab on Radar,
Unrelated Segments,
Mad Mike,
Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus.
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.