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 Lesotho and from Edmonton.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Glasgow.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Bluetip to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Severed Heads. All the underground hits.
All The Knickerbockers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Names record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vainqueur record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Freddie Wadling,
Crispy Ambulance,
ABBA,
the Swans,
Gastr Del Sol,
Altered Images,
Lower 48,
Cameo,
Hot Snakes,
Wire,
The Gladiators,
Thompson Twins,
Black Moon,
Nils Olav,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Morten Harket,
Skaos,
Al Stewart,
La Düsseldorf,
The Happenings,
The Grass Roots,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Qualms,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Busters,
Roy Ayers,
E-Dancer,
Althea and Donna,
Alison Limerick,
Visage,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Fortunes,
Scratch Acid,
F. McDonald,
Joe Finger,
Rosa Yemen,
Negative Approach,
EPMD,
Tom Boy,
Eddi Front,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Mad Mike,
Ralphi Rosario,
John Coltrane,
Jesper Dahlback,
Drexciya,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Zero Boys,
The American Breed,
Eve St. Jones,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Seeds,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gerry Rafferty,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
X-102,
Mantronix,
AZ,
The Sonics,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe.
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.