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 South Sudan and from Accra.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Portland.
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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Kaleidoscope to the crunk 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 Gerry Rafferty. All the underground hits.
All Symarip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul Sonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Motorama,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Warsaw,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Fort Wilson Riot,
the Swans,
The Music Machine,
Brothers Johnson,
Derrick May,
Brass Construction,
Public Enemy,
Roxette,
Joe Smooth,
Mo-Dettes,
The United States of America,
Bad Manners,
The Victims,
Oneida,
Iggy Pop,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Mark Hollis,
Absolute Body Control,
Sparks,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Zapp,
The Names,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Laurel Aitken,
Lindisfarne,
Curtis Mayfield,
Al Stewart,
Moebius,
Hot Snakes,
Quantec,
Don Cherry,
James White and The Blacks,
Sister Nancy,
Maurizio,
The Moody Blues,
World's Most,
The Slackers,
Colin Newman,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Mary Jane Girls,
Franke,
Livin' Joy,
Lou Reed,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Graham Central Station,
Fatback Band,
The Walker Brothers,
The Vogues,
Make Up,
Essential Logic,
The Alarm Clocks,
Audionom,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Dead Boys,
T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L..
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.