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 Tajikistan and from Bologna.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 David McCallum to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 A Flock of Seagulls. All the underground hits.
All The Techniques tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang on a Can All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Halsall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aural Exciters,
Amazonics,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Martian,
Hoover,
Ludus,
Visage,
Susan Cadogan,
Yusef Lateef,
Japan,
Agitation Free,
Arab on Radar,
Aswad,
MC5,
Derrick Morgan,
The Index,
K-Klass,
Don Cherry,
Steve Hackett,
Symarip,
Scratch Acid,
Quadrant,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Idris Muhammad,
Kool Moe Dee,
Aaron Thompson,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Dual Sessions,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
La Düsseldorf,
Pere Ubu,
Pet Shop Boys,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Kas Product,
Eric Dolphy,
Bush Tetras,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lyres,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Babytalk,
The Evens,
Lou Christie,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
48th St. Collective,
The Buckinghams,
Loose Ends,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Flamin' Groovies,
Duran Duran,
Pierre Henry,
Sarah Menescal,
10cc,
Sun City Girls,
The Busters,
Black Bananas,
The Litter,
Niagra,
Fatback Band,
Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour.
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.