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 Antigua and from Manchester.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 10cc to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sällskapet. All the underground hits.
All Rufus Thomas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every F. McDonald 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gian Franco Pienzio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Public Enemy,
Stereo Dub,
The Selecter,
Los Fastidios,
These Immortal Souls,
Masters at Work,
Smog,
Bill Near,
Deakin,
Intrusion,
Darondo,
Basic Channel,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Fear,
Fela Kuti,
Khruangbin,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Roy Ayers,
Godley & Creme,
Bad Manners,
Qualms,
Shoche,
Flash Fearless,
Soft Cell,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Roxette,
Neu!,
Maleditus Sound,
The Smoke,
Mandrill,
Todd Terry,
the Swans,
Crash Course in Science,
Talk Talk,
Sight & Sound,
The Kinks,
Agent Orange,
Bobby Byrd,
Wire,
The Gladiators,
Cecil Taylor,
Scratch Acid,
Sound Behaviour,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Seeds,
Connie Case,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ice-T,
Reuben Wilson,
Duran Duran,
Arab on Radar,
The Misunderstood,
Susan Cadogan,
CMW,
Toni Rubio,
Young Marble Giants,
June Days, June Days, June Days, June Days.
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.