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 Slovakia and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Jesper Dahlbäck to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Bill Wells. All the underground hits.
All The Peanut Butter Conspiracy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faraquet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Joe & The Fish,
The American Breed,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Saints,
Roxy Music,
Surgeon,
Fluxion,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Freddie Wadling,
Tres Demented,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gang Starr,
Marine Girls,
Suicide,
June Days,
The Remains,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Khruangbin,
Alton Ellis,
Scott Walker,
Lindisfarne,
Ohio Players,
Lou Reed,
Zapp,
Scientists,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bad Manners,
Erykah Badu,
Roxette,
Juan Atkins,
the Human League,
The Dave Clark Five,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Jimmy McGriff,
Robert Wyatt,
Minutemen,
Brass Construction,
Saccharine Trust,
Newcleus,
Grandmaster Flash,
Danielle Patucci,
Mary Jane Girls,
Depeche Mode,
Matthew Bourne,
Lightning Bolt,
Soulsonic Force,
Fat Boys,
Anakelly,
Faust,
Joey Negro,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Harry Pussy,
Bill Wells,
John Lydon,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Vogues,
Gang Green,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding.
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.