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 Denmark and from Johannesburg.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 linndrum 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 Ronnie Foster to the crunk 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks. All the underground hits.
All Sun City Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Holt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Parry Music,
Gang Starr,
Guru Guru,
Zapp,
Man Parrish,
Make Up,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Young Rascals,
Jawbox,
The Kinks,
Prince Buster,
Bauhaus,
Half Japanese,
Harmonia,
Skriet,
Black Moon,
CMW,
Althea and Donna,
The Moleskins,
the Human League,
Das Ding,
The Evens,
Brass Construction,
Boredoms,
Todd Rundgren,
Ronan,
The Electric Prunes,
Ludus,
Steve Hackett,
Vainqueur,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Vogues,
Gang Gang Dance,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Raincoats,
Drexciya,
48th St. Collective,
Radiopuhelimet,
Grauzone,
Ituana,
New Age Steppers,
Q and Not U,
Tomorrow,
the Soft Cell,
The Seeds,
Urselle,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
AZ,
Absolute Body Control,
Jesper Dahlback,
Mantronix,
The United States of America,
The Doors,
Quantec,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lou Christie,
Surgeon,
Inner City,
Man Eating Sloth,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Neon Judgement,
Blancmange,
Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen.
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.