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 Sri Lanka 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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 Little Man to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Blues Magoos. All the underground hits.
All Vainqueur tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Adolescents 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 güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABC,
Connie Case,
The Blackbyrds,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Jacques Brel,
Rakim,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Trojans,
Adolescents,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Nirvana,
Zero Boys,
Buzzcocks,
Pere Ubu,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Faust,
Sight & Sound,
Gastr Del Sol,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Monolake,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Boz Scaggs,
the Soft Cell,
Erasure,
Cymande,
Jeru the Damaja,
Jeff Lynne,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Crime,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lou Reed,
Television Personalities,
The Gories,
Aural Exciters,
The Electric Prunes,
Youth Brigade,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
FM Einheit,
Sister Nancy,
Angry Samoans,
Cecil Taylor,
Magazine,
Country Teasers,
Vainqueur,
Y Pants,
Minor Threat,
Mission of Burma,
Dual Sessions,
Soft Machine,
Popol Vuh,
Gichy Dan,
Moby Grape,
Grauzone,
Amazonics,
Das Ding,
Fifty Foot Hose,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Qualms,
The Kinks,
John Holt,
June of 44, June of 44, June of 44, June of 44.
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.