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 Tajikistan and from Madrid.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 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 The Victims to the punk 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 Pantaleimon. All the underground hits.
All Flipper tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scientists 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerrie Biddell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantytec,
Audionom,
Be Bop Deluxe,
H. Thieme,
Brick,
Minny Pops,
Henry Cow,
The Slits,
DNA,
Juan Atkins,
Harmonia,
Popol Vuh,
CMW,
Shuggie Otis,
the Soft Cell,
Mr. Review,
Joe Smooth,
Gabor Szabo,
Susan Cadogan,
LL Cool J,
Faraquet,
Visage,
Sister Nancy,
Trumans Water,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Mars,
Spoonie Gee,
Grandmaster Flash,
8 Eyed Spy,
Jeru the Damaja,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
PIL,
Das Ding,
Joyce Sims,
Gang Starr,
Isaac Hayes,
Vladislav Delay,
Desert Stars,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Motions,
Scion,
David Bowie,
Heaven 17,
Malaria!,
Hashim,
Excepter,
Unrelated Segments,
Inner City,
Big Daddy Kane,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Names,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
A Certain Ratio,
Little Man,
The Slackers,
the Fania All-Stars,
Wire,
the Normal,
Iggy Pop,
Deakin,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five.
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.