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 Zambia and from Lille.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 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 Davy DMX to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Warsaw. All the underground hits.
All The Moody Blues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Velvet Underground record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Scientists,
the Germs,
Talk Talk,
Matthew Bourne,
Lower 48,
Outsiders,
kango's stein massive,
Guru Guru,
The Dirtbombs,
Pere Ubu,
Accadde A,
PIL,
The Vogues,
Bluetip,
Freddie Wadling,
Monks,
Amon Düül,
Fad Gadget,
Barbara Tucker,
The Selecter,
Moss Icon,
Rod Modell,
Popol Vuh,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Warren Ellis,
Kool Moe Dee,
Big Daddy Kane,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
A Certain Ratio,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Frankie Knuckles,
Can,
Yellowson,
Ralphi Rosario,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Fortunes,
The Happenings,
Suburban Knight,
Bad Manners,
Ultra Naté,
Minutemen,
Bang On A Can,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Skatalites,
Soft Machine,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Laurel Aitken,
Average White Band,
Junior Murvin,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Rufus Thomas,
Tommy Roe,
Black Sheep,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
New Order,
Boz Scaggs,
Newcleus,
OOIOO,
These Immortal Souls,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Evens,
Moebius, Moebius, Moebius, Moebius.
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.