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 Mexico City.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and New York.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Porter Ricks to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Walker Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Outsiders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Flesh Eaters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Foxx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arab on Radar,
Eric Dolphy,
The Fortunes,
Jacques Brel,
The Toasters,
Neil Young,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
the Slits,
Delon & Dalcan,
Little Man,
Can,
Connie Case,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Evens,
Gregory Isaacs,
Barrington Levy,
The Stooges,
Porter Ricks,
Liliput,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lakeside,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
X-102,
Althea and Donna,
Mary Jane Girls,
Smog,
The Moleskins,
Pere Ubu,
Easy Going,
Joyce Sims,
Grauzone,
Erasure,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ituana,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Kerrie Biddell,
Neu!,
Lou Reed,
The Seeds,
The Misunderstood,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Rites of Spring,
Nick Fraelich,
Average White Band,
Royal Trux,
Soft Machine,
Hasil Adkins,
Massinfluence,
The Gories,
David Axelrod,
Robert Wyatt,
Kayak,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Section 25,
Qualms,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Names,
Basic Channel,
David McCallum,
Graham Central Station,
Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo.
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.