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 Guatemala 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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Wings to the grunge 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 Sad Lovers and Giants. All the underground hits.
All Bang On A Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reagan Youth 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 synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yazoo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Basic Channel,
Scott Walker,
Easy Going,
U.S. Maple,
Second Layer,
Arab on Radar,
Model 500,
Ronnie Foster,
Scan 7,
Ornette Coleman,
Skriet,
Marmalade,
Mo-Dettes,
Carl Craig,
the Human League,
Circle Jerks,
Fat Boys,
Joey Negro,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Rotary Connection,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Barracudas,
The Tremeloes,
The Associates,
Franke,
The American Breed,
Kaleidoscope,
The Cure,
Agent Orange,
Roger Hodgson,
the Soft Cell,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lucky Dragons,
Warren Ellis,
Pylon,
Banda Bassotti,
Maurizio,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Jimmy McGriff,
John Foxx,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Tres Demented,
The Electric Prunes,
The Angels of Light,
The Cowsills,
Fatback Band,
The Young Rascals,
The Count Five,
Agitation Free,
Joe Smooth,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Grass Roots,
Idris Muhammad,
Graham Central Station,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Laurel Aitken,
Heaven 17,
Altered Images,
Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs.
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.