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 Burundi and from Seoul.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 linndrum 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 Bang On A Can to the rock 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 Brass Construction. All the underground hits.
All Cybotron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Carl Craig 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cabaret Voltaire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Selecter,
Fear,
John Foxx,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Buzzcocks,
The Invisible,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Robert Hood,
Marine Girls,
Duran Duran,
Tears for Fears,
The Birthday Party,
Wire,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Arcadia,
Mad Mike,
Panda Bear,
Pantytec,
Boz Scaggs,
Pussy Galore,
Derrick Morgan,
The Wake,
Franke,
Roxy Music,
Donald Byrd,
The Happenings,
Alison Limerick,
Au Pairs,
Lee Hazlewood,
Quando Quango,
Soft Cell,
Guru Guru,
Rod Modell,
OOIOO,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
John Holt,
Tomorrow,
Peter & Gordon,
Pole,
Country Teasers,
Interpol,
Nico,
Fad Gadget,
Lyres,
Rufus Thomas,
Rotary Connection,
Quadrant,
Bobby Byrd,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Minnie Riperton,
Shuggie Otis,
Crash Course in Science,
DJ Style,
Echospace,
Gabor Szabo,
Das Ding,
Groovy Waters,
MC5,
Johnny Osbourne,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sound Behaviour,
Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case.
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.