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 Somalia and from Taipei.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Lonnie Liston Smith to the techno 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 Rhythm & Sound. All the underground hits.
All X-102 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Godley & Creme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scrapy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arthur Verocai,
Minny Pops,
Lalann,
Kayak,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
China Crisis,
Laurel Aitken,
The Zeros,
Colin Newman,
Tommy Roe,
the Association,
Mission of Burma,
Skriet,
Roy Ayers,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Five Americans,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Kinks,
Don Cherry,
Mo-Dettes,
Easy Going,
Michelle Simonal,
Sarah Menescal,
DNA,
Swans,
Wire,
Interpol,
Matthew Halsall,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Slave,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Inner City,
Rapeman,
Von Mondo,
10cc,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Flipper,
Toni Rubio,
Gabor Szabo,
John Cale,
The Wake,
Cecil Taylor,
Mr. Review,
Cybotron,
Connie Case,
John Holt,
Marvin Gaye,
Tears for Fears,
Porter Ricks,
Bush Tetras,
The Gun Club,
June Days,
Oblivians,
Joyce Sims,
Los Fastidios,
Country Teasers,
Black Bananas,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
New Order, New Order, New Order, New Order.
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.