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 Nigeria and from Portland.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 spring reverb 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 The Gladiators to the dance 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 T.S.O.L.. All the underground hits.
All Los Fastidios tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lizzy Mercier Descloux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Junior Murvin,
The Remains,
Sarah Menescal,
The Litter,
Pantaleimon,
Max Romeo,
K-Klass,
Joe Smooth,
Yusef Lateef,
Sex Pistols,
The Seeds,
Althea and Donna,
Amon Düül,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Groovy Waters,
R.M.O.,
Royal Trux,
Shoche,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
China Crisis,
Marshall Jefferson,
Blossom Toes,
Bobby Hutcherson,
L. Decosne,
Country Teasers,
The Durutti Column,
Eric Copeland,
Ludus,
Thompson Twins,
Adolescents,
Icehouse,
Flash Fearless,
Derrick May,
Maurizio,
Todd Terry,
DNA,
The Fall,
Can,
Ultra Naté,
Porter Ricks,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ralphi Rosario,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Michelle Simonal,
Schoolly D,
June of 44,
Terry Callier,
John Holt,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sexual Harrassment,
Stereo Dub,
Arab on Radar,
Donny Hathaway,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Visage,
Yaz,
The Motions,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The United States of America,
Eddi Front,
Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review.
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.