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 Bahamas and from Seoul.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Donald Fagen 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 Scott Walker to the crunk 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 Eric B and Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Camouflage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stockholm Monsters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Ornette Coleman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Model 500,
Warren Ellis,
Audionom,
Main Source,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Kerrie Biddell,
Buzzcocks,
Black Sheep,
Electric Prunes,
Banda Bassotti,
Hardrive,
Skaos,
John Foxx,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Robert Hood,
The Sound,
Livin' Joy,
Arab on Radar,
Nils Olav,
The Evens,
Kayak,
Procol Harum,
Eric Copeland,
Kevin Saunderson,
The American Breed,
The Alarm Clocks,
Agitation Free,
The Kinks,
Second Layer,
Lou Christie,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Thompson Twins,
Siglo XX,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
the Slits,
Todd Terry,
Lucky Dragons,
Patti Smith,
The Gun Club,
Sonic Youth,
The Star Department,
Silicon Teens,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bill Wells,
Scientists,
Lou Reed,
Monks,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Pulsallama,
Interpol,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Mo-Dettes,
John Cale,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Dead C,
Camberwell Now,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bad Manners,
48th St. Collective,
Sex Pistols,
Todd Rundgren,
Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat.
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.