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 Bhutan and from Jakarta.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Spokane.
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 arpeggiator 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 Busters to the electroclash 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 Sly & The Family Stone. All the underground hits.
All Tubeway Army tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Trojans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hardrive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Index,
Television Personalities,
Stockholm Monsters,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Camouflage,
Gong,
8 Eyed Spy,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Leaves,
Don Cherry,
Joe Finger,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Stereo Dub,
CMW,
The Fuzztones,
Patti Smith,
Hardrive,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pylon,
Sonny Sharrock,
Roy Ayers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Flamin' Groovies,
Moby Grape,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
New York Dolls,
Ornette Coleman,
Shuggie Otis,
Prince Buster,
Mantronix,
Suburban Knight,
Freddie Wadling,
The United States of America,
The Names,
Amon Düül,
The Sound,
Steve Hackett,
Severed Heads,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Trumans Water,
Khruangbin,
Lalann,
Sugar Minott,
AZ,
Urselle,
Shoche,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Swell Maps,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Goldenarms,
Animal Collective,
Kerrie Biddell,
Susan Cadogan,
The Flesh Eaters,
Arcadia,
Gang of Four,
James White and The Blacks,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Piero Umiliani,
Blossom Toes,
Depeche Mode,
Japan, Japan, Japan, Japan.
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.