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 Cambodia and from Tokyo.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 organ 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 Aural Exciters to the electroclash 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 Charles Mingus. All the underground hits.
All Teenage Jesus and the Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Busters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terry Callier record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hashim,
Arcadia,
Davy DMX,
Gastr Del Sol,
Blossom Toes,
the Bar-Kays,
Pole,
Peter & Gordon,
Crash Course in Science,
Alison Limerick,
48th St. Collective,
UT,
The Black Dice,
The Gories,
Section 25,
The Modern Lovers,
Saccharine Trust,
John Foxx,
Joe Smooth,
Arab on Radar,
The Dead C,
The Skatalites,
Man Parrish,
Carl Craig,
Pussy Galore,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Gun Club,
Crispy Ambulance,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
John Coltrane,
Con Funk Shun,
The Music Machine,
Bill Near,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Joy Division,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Pharoah Sanders,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Trumans Water,
The Barracudas,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Anakelly,
8 Eyed Spy,
Liliput,
Black Moon,
Procol Harum,
The Seeds,
Tim Buckley,
Black Bananas,
Lucky Dragons,
Parry Music,
kango's stein massive,
The Cowsills,
ABBA,
Marmalade,
Cheater Slicks,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gang Green,
Derrick May,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Blancmange,
Danielle Patucci,
Unrelated Segments,
Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case.
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.