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 Mali 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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and London.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Spoonie Gee to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Bluetip. All the underground hits.
All L. Decosne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warsaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Fania All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric B and Rakim,
Skaos,
Josef K,
Porter Ricks,
Cal Tjader,
Q65,
Maleditus Sound,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Young Rascals,
The Dead C,
Wire,
Sam Rivers,
David Bowie,
Camouflage,
Joyce Sims,
New Age Steppers,
Gerry Rafferty,
This Heat,
Half Japanese,
The Walker Brothers,
Matthew Bourne,
Deakin,
Sun City Girls,
John Foxx,
Second Layer,
Marvin Gaye,
Massinfluence,
The Leaves,
Scrapy,
U.S. Maple,
Country Teasers,
Hot Snakes,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Litter,
Gang Gang Dance,
Minutemen,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Residents,
Au Pairs,
Todd Rundgren,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Livin' Joy,
PIL,
Pierre Henry,
Stetsasonic,
Altered Images,
EPMD,
Radiopuhelimet,
Anakelly,
DJ Sneak,
Gang of Four,
Boredoms,
Barclay James Harvest,
Neil Young,
Delta 5,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bad Manners,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
the Slits,
Fear,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sonic Youth,
Interpol, Interpol, Interpol, Interpol.
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.