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 Australia and from Mexico City.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Michael McDonald 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 Jawbox to the rock 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 Rod Modell. All the underground hits.
All The Real Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Certain Ratio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispian St. Peters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Little Man,
Eden Ahbez,
The Monochrome Set,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Theoretical Girls,
Soul II Soul,
A Certain Ratio,
Matthew Halsall,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Skarface,
Yellowson,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Dave Gahan,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Remains,
Nils Olav,
Public Image Ltd.,
Fear,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Zeros,
Slave,
Sonny Sharrock,
Infiniti,
Boz Scaggs,
The Sound,
Fela Kuti,
Buzzcocks,
Kerri Chandler,
Sun City Girls,
Toni Rubio,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gang Gang Dance,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Saccharine Trust,
Jeff Lynne,
U.S. Maple,
Gregory Isaacs,
Jerry's Kids,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gabor Szabo,
Thee Headcoats,
Joy Division,
Barry Ungar,
DNA,
Sandy B,
Au Pairs,
Flash Fearless,
Audionom,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bluetip,
Sällskapet,
The Vogues,
Aswad,
Sex Pistols,
The Pop Group,
Tears for Fears,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Aural Exciters,
Fat Boys,
MDC, MDC, MDC, MDC.
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.