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 Algeria and from Hong Kong.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Magma to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Young Marble Giants. All the underground hits.
All Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Fraelich record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Section 25 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Light Orchestra,
Rites of Spring,
David Bowie,
Newcleus,
The Pretty Things,
Wolf Eyes,
Colin Newman,
Quantec,
Moby Grape,
Delta 5,
Severed Heads,
Jacques Brel,
Black Moon,
Niagra,
Alton Ellis,
The Raincoats,
Soulsonic Force,
The Move,
Ronnie Foster,
Chrome,
One Last Wish,
Avey Tare,
The Durutti Column,
Panda Bear,
Barbara Tucker,
Skriet,
The Birthday Party,
The Star Department,
Ten City,
Jeru the Damaja,
Scrapy,
Dark Day,
The Monks,
Average White Band,
Maurizio,
Anakelly,
Bill Near,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ice-T,
Johnny Clarke,
Hot Snakes,
The Grass Roots,
Bill Wells,
Scientists,
Swans,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ken Boothe,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Radiohead,
The Fortunes,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ossler,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sandy B,
Animal Collective,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sun Ra,
Mantronix,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The United States of America,
Smog, Smog, Smog, Smog.
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.