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 Uruguay and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Moody Blues to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Faust. All the underground hits.
All Youth Brigade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Half Japanese 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Skatalites record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gabor Szabo,
Crooked Eye,
Lee Hazlewood,
Country Teasers,
Dave Gahan,
Oneida,
Mission of Burma,
Sex Pistols,
Swans,
Schoolly D,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Con Funk Shun,
Blossom Toes,
Sonic Youth,
Byron Stingily,
John Coltrane,
Brass Construction,
Monks,
Kas Product,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
ABC,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Swell Maps,
Lightning Bolt,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Essential Logic,
Frankie Knuckles,
New Order,
The Pretty Things,
Circle Jerks,
Joe Finger,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Dual Sessions,
Danielle Patucci,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
kango's stein massive,
The Fortunes,
Tubeway Army,
Morten Harket,
Joey Negro,
The Kinks,
Gong,
Pharoah Sanders,
Laurel Aitken,
Newcleus,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Godley & Creme,
Junior Murvin,
Skaos,
Scientists,
Black Bananas,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Reuben Wilson,
The Knickerbockers,
48th St. Collective,
Crash Course in Science,
David Axelrod,
Ponytail,
The Cure,
Au Pairs,
Section 25,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget.
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.