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 San Marino and from Johannesburg.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 synthesizer 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 Deakin 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 The Monks. All the underground hits.
All The Mummies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every It's A Beautiful Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Sherman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barclay James Harvest,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bob Dylan,
DJ Style,
Howard Jones,
Davy DMX,
Symarip,
Alton Ellis,
Rhythm & Sound,
Cluster,
Pagans,
UT,
Sonic Youth,
The Moleskins,
Gang Green,
The Smoke,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Gladiators,
Amon Düül,
The Alarm Clocks,
Surgeon,
Electric Prunes,
the Fania All-Stars,
Nico,
the Slits,
the Normal,
Janne Schatter,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Connie Case,
Television,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
E-Dancer,
The Divine Comedy,
Maurizio,
the Human League,
a-ha,
Todd Terry,
Underground Resistance,
John Cale,
Marine Girls,
Rod Modell,
A Certain Ratio,
Cybotron,
EPMD,
Donny Hathaway,
Spoonie Gee,
Sound Behaviour,
Deakin,
Peter & Gordon,
8 Eyed Spy,
Rites of Spring,
T. Rex,
The Victims,
PIL,
John Foxx,
Crooked Eye,
Harmonia,
Cecil Taylor,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Scrapy,
Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen.
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.