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 Israel and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the 808 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 The Monochrome Set to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All Skaos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sisters of Mercy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
LL Cool J,
Funky Four + One,
Toni Rubio,
Minor Threat,
The Leaves,
The Dave Clark Five,
John Lydon,
The Invisible,
Scion,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sonic Youth,
Sound Behaviour,
David Bowie,
Nas,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ossler,
Hot Snakes,
Morten Harket,
Andrew Hill,
R.M.O.,
B.T. Express,
The Gories,
The Electric Prunes,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Alton Ellis,
Ludus,
Pussy Galore,
Fat Boys,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Khruangbin,
Matthew Halsall,
Section 25,
Robert Wyatt,
Lower 48,
Ponytail,
DNA,
Don Cherry,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Adolescents,
Jimmy McGriff,
Thompson Twins,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Dead C,
The Music Machine,
Wasted Youth,
Half Japanese,
Sexual Harrassment,
AZ,
Moby Grape,
Amon Düül II,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bush Tetras,
The Index,
Soul II Soul,
Dawn Penn,
Lyres,
Sight & Sound,
Quantec,
Zero Boys,
John Foxx,
Ronnie Foster,
Glenn Branca,
Rod Modell,
The Fall, The Fall, The Fall, The Fall.
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.