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 Paraguay and from Paris.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Bobby Sherman to the techno 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 Lalann. All the underground hits.
All Kool Moe Dee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pylon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kings Of Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mighty Diamonds,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Young Rascals,
The Evens,
Letta Mbulu,
the Association,
Hardrive,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bill Near,
Lou Christie,
Pharoah Sanders,
Pole,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Spoonie Gee,
Ralphi Rosario,
Rakim,
Ultra Naté,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Victims,
a-ha,
Michelle Simonal,
Barrington Levy,
Nils Olav,
David McCallum,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bobby Sherman,
Cheater Slicks,
Minnie Riperton,
Pierre Henry,
Ronan,
Prince Buster,
Second Layer,
Freddie Wadling,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Hasil Adkins,
Roy Ayers,
Gang Green,
B.T. Express,
Anakelly,
Audionom,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Sound,
Public Enemy,
Gabor Szabo,
Wally Richardson,
Tears for Fears,
Faust,
Flash Fearless,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Section 25,
New Order,
Cameo,
Jacob Miller,
Main Source,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Frankie Knuckles,
Boredoms,
Bobby Womack,
The Divine Comedy,
Traffic Nightmare,
Dead Boys,
David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie.
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.