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 Moldova and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo. All the underground hits.
All One Last Wish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Osbourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brothers Johnson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy Collins,
Altered Images,
Godley & Creme,
Rufus Thomas,
Jeff Lynne,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Move,
Qualms,
The Vogues,
Black Bananas,
The Slackers,
Vainqueur,
The Fall,
Nico,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Tom Boy,
Jerry Gold Smith,
A Certain Ratio,
Khruangbin,
the Swans,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Wolf Eyes,
Yaz,
Grauzone,
the Sonics,
Sugar Minott,
Gang Gang Dance,
Black Moon,
Wings,
Thompson Twins,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Smiths,
The Moleskins,
OOIOO,
Al Stewart,
PIL,
Bobby Sherman,
World's Most,
Moebius,
Marshall Jefferson,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Scratch Acid,
Lindisfarne,
Sandy B,
John Lydon,
Yusef Lateef,
The Durutti Column,
Soul Sonic Force,
Organ,
the Soft Cell,
Maleditus Sound,
Sonny Sharrock,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Blues Magoos,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
the Bar-Kays,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Misunderstood,
Gabor Szabo,
Tommy Roe,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe.
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.