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 Syria and from Glasgow.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the oboe 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 Derrick May 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 The Knickerbockers. All the underground hits.
All Quadrant tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every JFA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vladislav Delay record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Archie Shepp,
Jacques Brel,
Kayak,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Zeros,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Cowsills,
Severed Heads,
The Sonics,
Gong,
Kerrie Biddell,
Black Pus,
The Index,
Sixth Finger,
The Five Americans,
Radiopuhelimet,
D'Angelo,
Althea and Donna,
Amon Düül,
Harpers Bizarre,
Robert Wyatt,
The Moleskins,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ten City,
The Slackers,
Derrick Morgan,
Altered Images,
Silicon Teens,
Leonard Cohen,
The Mummies,
Faust,
The Birthday Party,
Bob Dylan,
Eric Copeland,
Mars,
Little Man,
Tres Demented,
Gabor Szabo,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
June Days,
X-102,
The Pop Group,
The Barracudas,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
H. Thieme,
Reagan Youth,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Joensuu 1685,
Michelle Simonal,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Circle Jerks,
Marc Almond,
Stetsasonic,
Ituana,
Simply Red,
Wally Richardson,
Cybotron,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd.
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.