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 Lyon.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Ralphi Rosario to the disco 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 The Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Electric Light Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Clear Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Pus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Axelrod,
Pierre Henry,
Scientists,
Stereo Dub,
Tropical Tobacco,
Popol Vuh,
The Monochrome Set,
Suburban Knight,
Johnny Osbourne,
Tres Demented,
X-101,
Moebius,
Little Man,
Donny Hathaway,
Black Moon,
Jerry's Kids,
David McCallum,
Cybotron,
DJ Style,
China Crisis,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Mojo Men,
Slick Rick,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Monks,
Hasil Adkins,
Pulsallama,
Chris & Cosey,
Jimmy McGriff,
New Order,
Skarface,
Harmonia,
Albert Ayler,
Matthew Bourne,
kango's stein massive,
Kevin Saunderson,
Fatback Band,
Sonic Youth,
Kenny Larkin,
Matthew Halsall,
Camberwell Now,
Bobby Sherman,
Trumans Water,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Public Enemy,
Tears for Fears,
Quadrant,
Idris Muhammad,
Moby Grape,
the Human League,
the Bar-Kays,
Lungfish,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Infiniti,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
U.S. Maple,
Alphaville,
John Lydon,
The Real Kids,
The Angels of Light,
Half Japanese,
Smog,
Skriet, Skriet, Skriet, Skriet.
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.