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 Samoa and from Beijing.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 linndrum 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 Sun City Girls to the crunk 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 Marine Girls. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sound Behaviour record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Laurel Aitken record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slave,
Vainqueur,
The Angels of Light,
DNA,
The Victims,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Khruangbin,
DJ Style,
Zero Boys,
Ponytail,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Pere Ubu,
Gichy Dan,
Sandy B,
The Searchers,
The Divine Comedy,
X-102,
Bob Dylan,
Steve Hackett,
FM Einheit,
Neil Young,
The Fortunes,
Cecil Taylor,
Tim Buckley,
Kaleidoscope,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Minor Threat,
Laurel Aitken,
The Doors,
Janne Schatter,
Jawbox,
Altered Images,
Alton Ellis,
Black Pus,
Guru Guru,
Swans,
MDC,
Peter & Gordon,
Neu!,
Anthony Braxton,
Todd Rundgren,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Scrapy,
Chris & Cosey,
The Durutti Column,
Bobby Byrd,
Buzzcocks,
Reuben Wilson,
the Swans,
Los Fastidios,
Donny Hathaway,
The Barracudas,
Dual Sessions,
The Dead C,
the Normal,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Boz Scaggs,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Saccharine Trust,
Radiohead,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Wally Richardson,
Urselle,
Ohio Players,
Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco.
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.