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 Guinea-Bissau and from Spokane.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Real Kids to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Erasure. All the underground hits.
All Dark Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlbäck record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boz Scaggs,
Urselle,
Hot Snakes,
The Associates,
The Stooges,
James White and The Blacks,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Half Japanese,
Tears for Fears,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Index,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Busters,
Aswad,
Tubeway Army,
Marvin Gaye,
Terry Callier,
The Residents,
Tim Buckley,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Anthony Braxton,
Minnie Riperton,
Barrington Levy,
Negative Approach,
David McCallum,
Charles Mingus,
Black Sheep,
Davy DMX,
Gichy Dan,
Procol Harum,
Magma,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
One Last Wish,
Marshall Jefferson,
Boredoms,
Duran Duran,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Massinfluence,
Rekid,
Albert Ayler,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Max Romeo,
Girls At Our Best!,
Los Fastidios,
Erasure,
Dead Boys,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ponytail,
Chris Corsano,
Harpers Bizarre,
H. Thieme,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Barracudas,
The Gories,
The Motions,
The Slits,
Anakelly,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Simply Red,
Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead.
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.