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 Switzerland and from Hong Kong.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Fela Kuti to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Todd Terry. All the underground hits.
All John Lydon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Walker Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Easy Going record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scion,
Bang On A Can,
Yusef Lateef,
Chrome,
Michelle Simonal,
Con Funk Shun,
DJ Style,
Darondo,
Kurtis Blow,
Animal Collective,
Bobby Sherman,
F. McDonald,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Nick Fraelich,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Gories,
Tears for Fears,
Procol Harum,
The Monochrome Set,
Eve St. Jones,
World's Most,
Ohio Players,
Tres Demented,
Scrapy,
Charles Mingus,
Ituana,
Black Bananas,
Arthur Verocai,
Funky Four + One,
Brand Nubian,
The Motions,
Hardrive,
The J.B.'s,
X-Ray Spex,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pole,
The Star Department,
Byron Stingily,
In Retrospect,
Quantec,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Reuben Wilson,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
L. Decosne,
Cameo,
Pantytec,
Liliput,
Aloha Tigers,
Joey Negro,
Sexual Harrassment,
Accadde A,
10cc,
Todd Terry,
Khruangbin,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lucky Dragons,
Sugar Minott,
Lungfish,
James White and The Blacks,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
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.