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 Finland and from Madrid.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Donald Fagen 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 Arcadia to the rap 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 Tom Boy. All the underground hits.
All Kevin Saunderson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ituana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Accadde A record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Henry Cow,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Derrick May,
Harpers Bizarre,
Suburban Knight,
Brothers Johnson,
Schoolly D,
Main Source,
Dark Day,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Searchers,
Junior Murvin,
The Move,
Quando Quango,
Whodini,
the Sonics,
Reuben Wilson,
Subhumans,
Max Romeo,
Aloha Tigers,
Camouflage,
Desert Stars,
Ken Boothe,
Mad Mike,
Spoonie Gee,
Tim Buckley,
Angry Samoans,
The Litter,
Curtis Mayfield,
Anthony Braxton,
the Swans,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Girls At Our Best!,
R.M.O.,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Pussy Galore,
Stereo Dub,
Prince Buster,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Black Moon,
Piero Umiliani,
Scrapy,
Todd Rundgren,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gastr Del Sol,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Babytalk,
Interpol,
A Flock of Seagulls,
A Certain Ratio,
Lucky Dragons,
John Cale,
Kerri Chandler,
Dennis Brown,
Funky Four + One,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Rites of Spring,
Peter & Gordon,
Josef K,
Newcleus,
The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps.
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.