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 Argentina and from Beijing.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 chamberlin 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 Vladislav Delay to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All Dorothy Ashby tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Darondo 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Max Romeo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba 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?
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ronan,
Dual Sessions,
Arthur Verocai,
T.S.O.L.,
Gichy Dan,
One Last Wish,
The Monks,
FM Einheit,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Don Cherry,
Pantaleimon,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Boz Scaggs,
Heaven 17,
Connie Case,
JFA,
Unwound,
The Angels of Light,
Robert Hood,
Skaos,
Popol Vuh,
Sixth Finger,
Essential Logic,
Babytalk,
Rakim,
Mad Mike,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Fela Kuti,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Beau Brummels,
Matthew Halsall,
Sonny Sharrock,
Metal Thangz,
Accadde A,
June of 44,
Technova,
Prince Buster,
Wally Richardson,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Man Parrish,
Ossler,
The Cramps,
Marine Girls,
The Sonics,
Mark Hollis,
Theoretical Girls,
Kerrie Biddell,
Blossom Toes,
The Barracudas,
Roxy Music,
Anakelly,
Flash Fearless,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C.
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.