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 Canada and from Edmonton.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Adolescents to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch. All the underground hits.
All Hot Snakes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every D'Angelo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Age Steppers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantaleimon,
Reuben Wilson,
Terry Callier,
Minnie Riperton,
The Human League,
Sonny Sharrock,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Absolute Body Control,
Tom Boy,
Patti Smith,
The Stooges,
Rufus Thomas,
Maurizio,
One Last Wish,
H. Thieme,
Joe Smooth,
Pere Ubu,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Velvet Underground,
Roxy Music,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Hoover,
Black Sheep,
U.S. Maple,
The Seeds,
Thompson Twins,
cv313,
Alison Limerick,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Slits,
Dawn Penn,
Sound Behaviour,
Zapp,
PIL,
Nik Kershaw,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bobby Womack,
Youth Brigade,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Scratch Acid,
Joy Division,
The Moody Blues,
Massinfluence,
Vladislav Delay,
Deakin,
Mandrill,
Quando Quango,
Faust,
Anakelly,
Wings,
James White and The Blacks,
Deepchord,
Glenn Branca,
Alice Coltrane,
Accadde A,
Faraquet,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bill Wells,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Siglo XX,
Frankie Knuckles,
Visage,
Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec.
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.