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 Romania and from Lyon.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 marimba 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx 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 Bootsy Collins. All the underground hits.
All Kas Product tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camouflage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Prince Buster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Marshall Jefferson,
Interpol,
Warren Ellis,
The Misunderstood,
Accadde A,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Doors,
Steve Hackett,
Marvin Gaye,
Flipper,
David Axelrod,
Morten Harket,
Bush Tetras,
Cheater Slicks,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Dave Gahan,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Clear Light,
Jacques Brel,
Index,
the Germs,
Tomorrow,
X-101,
Wally Richardson,
Dark Day,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ralphi Rosario,
Maleditus Sound,
Q and Not U,
Siglo XX,
Idris Muhammad,
Rekid,
Saccharine Trust,
Audionom,
Angry Samoans,
the Normal,
Ice-T,
John Foxx,
The Techniques,
Outsiders,
Cal Tjader,
Oblivians,
Model 500,
Crooked Eye,
Guru Guru,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ponytail,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Rosa Yemen,
The Gories,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Rod Modell,
Average White Band,
Pierre Henry,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks.
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.