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 Hungary and from Woodstock.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Lou Reed 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 Echospace 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 Kenny Larkin. All the underground hits.
All The American Breed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lonnie Liston Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang of Four record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Swans,
Porter Ricks,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Detroit Cobras,
Chris & Cosey,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gang Green,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
This Heat,
Bronski Beat,
Marine Girls,
Althea and Donna,
MDC,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Jeff Lynne,
The Last Poets,
Junior Murvin,
Judy Mowatt,
David Bowie,
Pole,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ultimate Spinach,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bill Wells,
Harmonia,
Sam Rivers,
World's Most,
The Happenings,
Bootsy Collins,
Faraquet,
The Cosmic Jokers,
ABBA,
Ralphi Rosario,
Amon Düül II,
The Trojans,
Nirvana,
The Gap Band,
Prince Buster,
Magazine,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Underground Resistance,
Skarface,
The Fortunes,
Steve Hackett,
Model 500,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
E-Dancer,
Glambeats Corp.,
Boogie Down Productions,
Supertramp,
A Certain Ratio,
Quadrant,
Curtis Mayfield,
Circle Jerks,
Subhumans,
Eli Mardock,
Deadbeat,
Stiv Bators,
Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane.
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.