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 Israel 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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Derrick Morgan to the punk 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 Smiths. All the underground hits.
All The Fortunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Bourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sight & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Wyatt,
Derrick Morgan,
Prince Buster,
Harmonia,
the Association,
Animal Collective,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Walker Brothers,
The Skatalites,
Arab on Radar,
Das Ding,
Bob Dylan,
Lucky Dragons,
Skriet,
ABBA,
Monks,
Archie Shepp,
8 Eyed Spy,
Swans,
Sonic Youth,
cv313,
Organ,
the Slits,
The Slits,
Erykah Badu,
Roxette,
Minnie Riperton,
Intrusion,
Maurizio,
Y Pants,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Al Stewart,
Bad Manners,
The Misunderstood,
Jawbox,
New Order,
Sun Ra,
Michelle Simonal,
Sixth Finger,
Suburban Knight,
Boredoms,
Delon & Dalcan,
the Normal,
Delta 5,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Aloha Tigers,
The United States of America,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bizarre Inc.,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
B.T. Express,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
E-Dancer,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
X-102,
Can,
Eurythmics,
Kas Product,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth.
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.