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 Switzerland and from Taipei.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 sitar 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 Nation of Ulysses to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The J.B.'s. All the underground hits.
All Eric B and Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lightning Bolt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Names record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bronski Beat,
Popol Vuh,
Warsaw,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Radiohead,
Dead Boys,
Joy Division,
Rotary Connection,
Symarip,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bootsy Collins,
JFA,
Wings,
Grauzone,
Second Layer,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ponytail,
48th St. Collective,
Neil Young,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Soft Machine,
Public Enemy,
The Smiths,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Stereo Dub,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Alice Coltrane,
Jeff Lynne,
Nation of Ulysses,
Aaron Thompson,
Kenny Larkin,
Chrome,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Steve Hackett,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bill Near,
Gastr Del Sol,
Slave,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Dave Clark Five,
A Certain Ratio,
Urselle,
Ultra Naté,
Skarface,
Davy DMX,
Jeff Mills,
Mandrill,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Rekid,
Eve St. Jones,
Dorothy Ashby,
Tres Demented,
Marine Girls,
Nas,
Amon Düül II,
Rites of Spring,
Robert Wyatt,
Michelle Simonal,
Chris & Cosey,
R.M.O.,
Lalann,
Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton.
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.