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 Panama and from Glasgow.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Sonny Sharrock to the techno 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 Nick Fraelich. All the underground hits.
All The Doors tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter & Gordon 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nas,
Deadbeat,
ABC,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Cure,
Sugar Minott,
Eric Copeland,
La Düsseldorf,
Fatback Band,
The Smoke,
Masters at Work,
Nick Fraelich,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Minny Pops,
the Normal,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
New York Dolls,
Franke,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Eyeless In Gaza,
DJ Style,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Kurtis Blow,
Maurizio,
Slave,
The Standells,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Monks,
Liliput,
The Cowsills,
Television,
Model 500,
Bang On A Can,
Make Up,
Vainqueur,
Matthew Bourne,
Oblivians,
Lou Christie,
Tomorrow,
Popol Vuh,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
These Immortal Souls,
Shoche,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
T.S.O.L.,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
David McCallum,
Alice Coltrane,
Can,
The Barracudas,
X-101,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Star Department,
Peter & Gordon,
New Age Steppers,
Erasure,
Nik Kershaw,
Andrew Hill,
In Retrospect,
The Gories, The Gories, The Gories, The Gories.
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.