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 Nicaragua and from Shanghai.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Shanghai.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Marvin Gaye to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Mark Hollis. All the underground hits.
All Fifty Foot Hose tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joensuu 1685 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vaughan Mason & Crew record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare 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?
Scrapy,
Essential Logic,
10cc,
Don Cherry,
the Sonics,
Inner City,
Simply Red,
F. McDonald,
Wolf Eyes,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Nik Kershaw,
Zero Boys,
Flipper,
Rekid,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Stooges,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Average White Band,
Althea and Donna,
The Gories,
Severed Heads,
The Kinks,
Basic Channel,
Marshall Jefferson,
Letta Mbulu,
Howard Jones,
Joe Smooth,
a-ha,
Cecil Taylor,
Cheater Slicks,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Moebius,
Rapeman,
Camouflage,
Bluetip,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Mission of Burma,
Radio Birdman,
Bang On A Can,
Eurythmics,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bill Near,
In Retrospect,
Todd Terry,
Interpol,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Supertramp,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
E-Dancer,
Prince Buster,
The Doors,
Newcleus,
The Monochrome Set,
Infiniti,
H. Thieme,
Fad Gadget,
Excepter,
Silicon Teens,
Nation of Ulysses,
Minor Threat,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Eddi Front,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Slits, The Slits, The Slits, The Slits.
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.