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 Gambia and from Calgary.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 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 Aswad to the jazz 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 Bronski Beat. All the underground hits.
All Jacob Miller tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hardrive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skriet,
Theoretical Girls,
48th St. Collective,
Piero Umiliani,
The Mojo Men,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lyres,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Gap Band,
Gerry Rafferty,
a-ha,
Subhumans,
Jawbox,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Khruangbin,
Marine Girls,
The Searchers,
The Fortunes,
Roxy Music,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Magma,
Supertramp,
Flipper,
The Grass Roots,
The Offenders,
Fatback Band,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bizarre Inc.,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Man Eating Sloth,
Black Bananas,
The Martian,
Das Ding,
Dead Boys,
Roger Hodgson,
Oblivians,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Carl Craig,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ten City,
Cybotron,
Scott Walker,
Ronnie Foster,
Max Romeo,
Swans,
Blancmange,
World's Most,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Faraquet,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Nas,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Schoolly D,
Pharoah Sanders,
Maurizio,
The Cure,
The Young Rascals,
Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode.
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.