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 Tunisia and from Woodstock.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 chamberlin 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 Crispy Ambulance to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Fall. All the underground hits.
All Throbbing Gristle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Archie Shepp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxy Music 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?
Theoretical Girls,
Soft Machine,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gang Green,
Joensuu 1685,
Brick,
Stetsasonic,
John Lydon,
Easy Going,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bobby Byrd,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
the Soft Cell,
Mr. Review,
Chris & Cosey,
U.S. Maple,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Hashim,
Essential Logic,
The Angels of Light,
The Count Five,
The Moleskins,
Funky Four + One,
Lucky Dragons,
Bluetip,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Traffic Nightmare,
Eli Mardock,
Fear,
Pet Shop Boys,
Donald Byrd,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Joy Division,
The Fortunes,
Tres Demented,
The Birthday Party,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Audionom,
Kerri Chandler,
Black Pus,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Walker Brothers,
Godley & Creme,
The Modern Lovers,
The Index,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sun City Girls,
Deakin,
Sonic Youth,
Dennis Brown,
The Residents,
The Neon Judgement,
D'Angelo,
Mandrill,
Echospace,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco.
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.