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 Palau 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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 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 Eurythmics to the grime 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 Talk Talk. All the underground hits.
All Harpers Bizarre tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vaughan Mason & Crew record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Model 500 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Trumans Water,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Dave Clark Five,
Michelle Simonal,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
June Days,
Pagans,
X-101,
World's Most,
The Mojo Men,
Scrapy,
The Gladiators,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Accadde A,
AZ,
Roxette,
Massinfluence,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lower 48,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Moss Icon,
Soft Cell,
The Dirtbombs,
The Motions,
Brick,
Harmonia,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Hot Snakes,
Donny Hathaway,
Royal Trux,
Wasted Youth,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Country Joe & The Fish,
X-Ray Spex,
Matthew Halsall,
The Pop Group,
JFA,
Henry Cow,
Gabor Szabo,
One Last Wish,
The Move,
Blossom Toes,
Minny Pops,
Niagra,
Erasure,
Joe Smooth,
Camouflage,
New Order,
Radio Birdman,
The Black Dice,
Carl Craig,
Roy Ayers,
Sexual Harrassment,
Agent Orange,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Silicon Teens,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ralphi Rosario,
Barry Ungar,
Faust,
Cybotron,
Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape.
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.