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 Niger and from Spokane.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Lou Reed & Metallica to the dance 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 Frankie Knuckles. All the underground hits.
All Roxy Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aaron Thompson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suburban Knight,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The New Christs,
Amazonics,
Tears for Fears,
Khruangbin,
Glambeats Corp.,
H. Thieme,
Piero Umiliani,
MC5,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Yellowson,
Altered Images,
Dawn Penn,
Joe Smooth,
Duran Duran,
Aural Exciters,
China Crisis,
The Divine Comedy,
Kayak,
World's Most,
Agent Orange,
Yusef Lateef,
Television,
The Dirtbombs,
The Cowsills,
Flamin' Groovies,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Marvin Gaye,
The Moleskins,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Unrelated Segments,
Deadbeat,
Soft Machine,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Junior Murvin,
Delon & Dalcan,
Kenny Larkin,
Babytalk,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sixth Finger,
Darondo,
Simply Red,
Bill Near,
Panda Bear,
Au Pairs,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Young Marble Giants,
Tommy Roe,
Spandau Ballet,
The Fall,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Althea and Donna,
The Wake,
Marmalade,
Monks,
Boogie Down Productions,
Clear Light,
Carl Craig,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lalann,
The Move,
Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented.
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.