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 Libya and from Shanghai.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Neon Judgement to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Barbara Tucker. All the underground hits.
All Lonnie Liston Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mary Jane Girls 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispy Ambulance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Quando Quango,
Guru Guru,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Remains,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bobby Womack,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
X-Ray Spex,
Alice Coltrane,
The Misunderstood,
The Index,
Laurel Aitken,
The Slackers,
The Invisible,
Ice-T,
Mission of Burma,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Flesh Eaters,
Davy DMX,
The New Christs,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Robert Wyatt,
Althea and Donna,
Icehouse,
Derrick Morgan,
Depeche Mode,
Hashim,
Dave Gahan,
Minutemen,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Suicide,
The Dead C,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Fear,
Wire,
The Moleskins,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Mojo Men,
Simply Red,
Saccharine Trust,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lalann,
Magma,
Ultra Naté,
Michelle Simonal,
10cc,
Agitation Free,
Moebius,
Echospace,
Sam Rivers,
Pussy Galore,
The Seeds,
Quantec,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Blake Baxter,
Mad Mike,
John Lydon,
Magazine,
the Bar-Kays,
Oblivians,
DeepChord presents Echospace, DeepChord presents Echospace, DeepChord presents Echospace, DeepChord presents Echospace.
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You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
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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.