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 Singapore and from Accra.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 linndrum 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 Model 500 to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Beasts of Bourbon. All the underground hits.
All Sound Behaviour tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Judy Mowatt 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slackers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fuzztones,
Rotary Connection,
MC5,
Country Teasers,
Panda Bear,
Dead Boys,
Moebius,
June of 44,
the Swans,
Tubeway Army,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Angels of Light,
the Sonics,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Mummies,
Masters at Work,
Gregory Isaacs,
Steve Hackett,
Amazonics,
Radiohead,
Robert Wyatt,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gil Scott Heron,
R.M.O.,
Black Moon,
Nirvana,
Scientists,
the Soft Cell,
James White and The Blacks,
Todd Rundgren,
Traffic Nightmare,
Roxy Music,
Curtis Mayfield,
Malaria!,
Jacques Brel,
Can,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
the Normal,
Soulsonic Force,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Joey Negro,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Funky Four + One,
Unrelated Segments,
Reuben Wilson,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Popol Vuh,
Marvin Gaye,
Marshall Jefferson,
Amon Düül,
Fluxion,
Hasil Adkins,
Minor Threat,
Fat Boys,
Mr. Review,
The Pop Group,
Porter Ricks,
Bang On A Can,
John Holt,
Pantytec,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Associates,
Minny Pops,
Cybotron,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids.
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.