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 Luxembourg and from Seoul.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 the Association to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Bronski Beat. All the underground hits.
All Neu! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q65 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neu! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
U.S. Maple,
The Golliwogs,
Cheater Slicks,
Wally Richardson,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Aswad,
Henry Cow,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Nik Kershaw,
Rakim,
The Gun Club,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Grass Roots,
The Gladiators,
The New Christs,
Minnie Riperton,
Roxette,
The Fugs,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Alphaville,
Nick Fraelich,
Q and Not U,
Sound Behaviour,
Leonard Cohen,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Maurizio,
The Alarm Clocks,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Throbbing Gristle,
Johnny Clarke,
Desert Stars,
Grauzone,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Tres Demented,
Bad Manners,
Cybotron,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Man Parrish,
Ornette Coleman,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sex Pistols,
The Remains,
Tropical Tobacco,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Scientists,
Idris Muhammad,
Das Ding,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bronski Beat,
Con Funk Shun,
Deepchord,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Motorama,
This Heat,
Black Pus,
June Days,
Peter & Gordon,
The Blues Magoos,
Magazine,
David Bowie,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish.
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.