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 Madagascar and from Stockholm.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Juan Atkins to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Ronan. All the underground hits.
All New York Dolls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gichy Dan 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lonnie Liston Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Franke,
Nirvana,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Malaria!,
Suicide,
Soul II Soul,
Depeche Mode,
Gerry Rafferty,
L. Decosne,
New Age Steppers,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lalann,
Glenn Branca,
Jeff Mills,
X-102,
Pantaleimon,
The New Christs,
The Trojans,
Jimmy McGriff,
Fela Kuti,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Jacob Miller,
Curtis Mayfield,
Talk Talk,
Fad Gadget,
June Days,
Lower 48,
Q65,
Eve St. Jones,
The Music Machine,
Royal Trux,
Minnie Riperton,
Loose Ends,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lakeside,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Count Five,
Inner City,
Goldenarms,
Michelle Simonal,
Nils Olav,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Mandrill,
Amazonics,
Harry Pussy,
F. McDonald,
Dawn Penn,
Bronski Beat,
Tom Boy,
Man Parrish,
Slick Rick,
Japan,
X-Ray Spex,
Urselle,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Matthew Halsall,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Kevin Saunderson,
R.M.O.,
Popol Vuh,
Throbbing Gristle,
John Holt,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade.
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.