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 Bahrain and from Winnipeg.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 spring reverb 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 Eli Mardock to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 American Breed. All the underground hits.
All Sonny Sharrock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yazoo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q65 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Little Man,
The Last Poets,
Darondo,
Oneida,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ultravox,
Von Mondo,
Lebanon Hanover,
UT,
Blake Baxter,
Steve Hackett,
Janne Schatter,
The Remains,
Intrusion,
Flipper,
The Buckinghams,
Marvin Gaye,
The Sonics,
Bluetip,
The Associates,
Soulsonic Force,
48th St. Collective,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Scan 7,
Pere Ubu,
Soft Machine,
The Blues Magoos,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Fluxion,
Gang Starr,
The Slackers,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Detroit Cobras,
Fad Gadget,
Michelle Simonal,
Mad Mike,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
the Human League,
U.S. Maple,
The Real Kids,
Second Layer,
Eurythmics,
Cecil Taylor,
The Monochrome Set,
David McCallum,
Gichy Dan,
Anakelly,
Bobby Womack,
L. Decosne,
The Electric Prunes,
The Slits,
Piero Umiliani,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Aswad,
Skaos,
David Axelrod,
Minor Threat,
Newcleus,
Radiohead,
The Doors,
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.