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 Bangladesh 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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Donald Fagen 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 The Fortunes to the punk 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 Nick Fraelich. All the underground hits.
All Circle Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anthony Braxton 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Saints record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxette,
Index,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Human League,
Bauhaus,
Essential Logic,
The Happenings,
Boredoms,
The Gories,
The Wake,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Heaven 17,
Hashim,
Fat Boys,
John Foxx,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Mad Mike,
The Remains,
Derrick May,
Jimmy McGriff,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
A Certain Ratio,
Albert Ayler,
Graham Central Station,
Altered Images,
Oneida,
Ronan,
Thompson Twins,
Crash Course in Science,
John Coltrane,
Sound Behaviour,
Deepchord,
The Sonics,
Alice Coltrane,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Robert Wyatt,
Bizarre Inc.,
Agitation Free,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gichy Dan,
Rhythm & Sound,
Technova,
The Index,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sandy B,
Pussy Galore,
June Days,
Yellowson,
John Cale,
The Mojo Men,
World's Most,
The Alarm Clocks,
Marmalade,
The Pop Group,
10cc,
Josef K,
Funkadelic,
DJ Style,
Hoover, Hoover, Hoover, Hoover.
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.