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 Dominica and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Young Marble Giants to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Idris Muhammad. All the underground hits.
All Red Lorry Yellow Lorry 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 disco 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 theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dirtbombs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Fall,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Scratch Acid,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Arcadia,
LL Cool J,
Amazonics,
Big Daddy Kane,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Moby Grape,
Mission of Burma,
Gichy Dan,
Bizarre Inc.,
Dawn Penn,
Tomorrow,
Avey Tare,
Arthur Verocai,
The Trojans,
Bob Dylan,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Robert Wyatt,
Joey Negro,
L. Decosne,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Stiv Bators,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
David Axelrod,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Fear,
cv313,
Scion,
the Association,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ken Boothe,
Oneida,
Audionom,
The Kinks,
Marshall Jefferson,
Janne Schatter,
Anthony Braxton,
Rapeman,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
DJ Style,
Cameo,
Robert Hood,
Rosa Yemen,
PIL,
The Names,
In Retrospect,
Massinfluence,
Peter and Kerry,
The Index,
Pagans,
Ultimate Spinach,
Nas,
OOIOO,
Minny Pops,
Eddi Front,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux.
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.