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 Equatorial Guinea and from Cairo.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 arpeggiator 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 Joensuu 1685 to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Lower 48. All the underground hits.
All Ornette Coleman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brick 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Intrusion,
Panda Bear,
Monolake,
the Sonics,
One Last Wish,
Connie Case,
Joe Finger,
Alice Coltrane,
Easy Going,
Rotary Connection,
Sound Behaviour,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Monks,
Robert Wyatt,
La Düsseldorf,
Young Marble Giants,
Depeche Mode,
Niagra,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Roxy Music,
Warren Ellis,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Donald Byrd,
Sun City Girls,
The Count Five,
Essential Logic,
K-Klass,
Ralphi Rosario,
Freddie Wadling,
Barry Ungar,
H. Thieme,
Von Mondo,
Loose Ends,
Sparks,
Banda Bassotti,
Fat Boys,
Lightning Bolt,
Icehouse,
David Bowie,
Slick Rick,
Massinfluence,
Surgeon,
Sugar Minott,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Dave Clark Five,
Angry Samoans,
Gil Scott Heron,
Mission of Burma,
Yellowson,
Godley & Creme,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Scan 7,
Audionom,
Todd Rundgren,
The Durutti Column,
Pulsallama,
Bizarre Inc.,
the Slits,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can.
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.