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 Tajikistan and from Columbus.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Velvet Underground to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Marine Girls. All the underground hits.
All Nils Olav tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-101 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 rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fugazi,
Bill Near,
the Bar-Kays,
Matthew Halsall,
Harry Pussy,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Blackbyrds,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Matthew Bourne,
Agitation Free,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Marine Girls,
Saccharine Trust,
Sam Rivers,
Half Japanese,
Unrelated Segments,
In Retrospect,
Eden Ahbez,
Fluxion,
Fela Kuti,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Tears for Fears,
Jacques Brel,
Cecil Taylor,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Max Romeo,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Mojo Men,
DNA,
Con Funk Shun,
The Cowsills,
Swell Maps,
James White and The Blacks,
Smog,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Fugs,
Gerry Rafferty,
Boz Scaggs,
Todd Rundgren,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Warsaw,
E-Dancer,
Erykah Badu,
Magma,
Jandek,
Second Layer,
Harmonia,
World's Most,
Moebius,
The Gladiators,
Deepchord,
Moss Icon,
Gabor Szabo,
Reagan Youth,
Sound Behaviour,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Liliput,
The Sonics,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Eddi Front,
Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive.
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.