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 Taiwan and from Tokyo.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Fuzztones to the punk 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 David Axelrod. All the underground hits.
All Lizzy Mercier Descloux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Panda Bear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s 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 Matthew Bourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Eating Sloth,
Ossler,
Dave Gahan,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Y Pants,
Sparks,
The Leaves,
Stetsasonic,
T. Rex,
Cal Tjader,
Black Bananas,
The Neon Judgement,
Joensuu 1685,
EPMD,
Minutemen,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Names,
New York Dolls,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bluetip,
Rhythm & Sound,
Nick Fraelich,
Minnie Riperton,
K-Klass,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Urselle,
Zapp,
Panda Bear,
Sun City Girls,
David Bowie,
Hardrive,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Angry Samoans,
Bizarre Inc.,
B.T. Express,
Mars,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Walker Brothers,
Massinfluence,
Hoover,
kango's stein massive,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
X-101,
Aaron Thompson,
The Doors,
Lower 48,
Boogie Down Productions,
Drive Like Jehu,
China Crisis,
Subhumans,
The Move,
Joe Finger,
Rosa Yemen,
The Gories,
Mary Jane Girls,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Pretty Things,
Donny Hathaway,
Chris & Cosey,
Charles Mingus,
The Gladiators,
Danielle Patucci,
the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics.
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.