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 Gabon and from Glasgow.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 organ 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 Sam Rivers to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Chrome. All the underground hits.
All Radiohead tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Depeche Mode record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ituana,
Drexciya,
Electric Prunes,
Drive Like Jehu,
Jacques Brel,
Zero Boys,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ralphi Rosario,
Harmonia,
The Slits,
Zapp,
Toni Rubio,
Byron Stingily,
Buzzcocks,
Black Bananas,
Max Romeo,
The Mummies,
Brick,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Heaven 17,
Fugazi,
Jawbox,
Popol Vuh,
Lyres,
Soulsonic Force,
D'Angelo,
Pharoah Sanders,
Clear Light,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Monks,
Erasure,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Leaves,
the Bar-Kays,
T.S.O.L.,
Pet Shop Boys,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sight & Sound,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Severed Heads,
Frankie Knuckles,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sparks,
Patti Smith,
Fluxion,
The Moody Blues,
Freddie Wadling,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Evens,
Stereo Dub,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
JFA,
Pulsallama,
Aaron Thompson,
Model 500,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gastr Del Sol,
Tommy Roe,
Josef K,
the Fania All-Stars,
Fear, Fear, Fear, Fear.
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.