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 Afghanistan and from Columbus.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Talk Talk to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Zeros. All the underground hits.
All Eurythmics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Urselle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Banda Bassotti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doors,
Television,
Crime,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Gories,
Ronan,
Saccharine Trust,
Slick Rick,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Peter and Kerry,
The Human League,
Cymande,
The Angels of Light,
the Sonics,
The Pretty Things,
John Coltrane,
Sun City Girls,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Nils Olav,
Mars,
The Red Krayola,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Monks,
The Black Dice,
Urselle,
Interpol,
Television Personalities,
a-ha,
Blossom Toes,
Electric Prunes,
The Victims,
Leonard Cohen,
David Axelrod,
Scan 7,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Smog,
Erykah Badu,
The Knickerbockers,
UT,
Jeff Mills,
Fluxion,
The Music Machine,
Idris Muhammad,
Soul Sonic Force,
Derrick May,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sparks,
Audionom,
Neu!,
The Techniques,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Suicide,
Radiopuhelimet,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Section 25,
The Happenings,
Eve St. Jones,
Quando Quango,
Flash Fearless,
Jeru the Damaja,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads.
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.