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 Fiji and from Delhi.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 synthesizer 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 Faraquet to the rap 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock. All the underground hits.
All Yaz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rod Modell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joyce Sims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter and Kerry,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Martian,
Royal Trux,
Warren Ellis,
Heaven 17,
Electric Prunes,
K-Klass,
Fatback Band,
Black Flag,
Slick Rick,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lee Hazlewood,
Audionom,
Model 500,
Negative Approach,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Henry Cow,
Kayak,
Inner City,
Blancmange,
The Dirtbombs,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Saccharine Trust,
Infiniti,
Eden Ahbez,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Charles Mingus,
Faust,
Judy Mowatt,
A Certain Ratio,
Eric Dolphy,
Joe Smooth,
Stiv Bators,
The Trojans,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Zeros,
Glambeats Corp.,
Public Image Ltd.,
Slave,
Wally Richardson,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Roy Ayers,
These Immortal Souls,
Thee Headcoats,
Mars,
The Stooges,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Techniques,
Deakin,
Ultra Naté,
Zero Boys,
This Heat,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Mandrill,
Davy DMX,
Soft Cell,
Amon Düül II,
Bobby Womack,
Junior Murvin,
Yaz,
Joensuu 1685,
Talk Talk,
Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian.
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.