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 United States and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 güiro 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 Supertramp to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Flash Fearless. All the underground hits.
All Lizzy Mercier Descloux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a CMW record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultimate Spinach,
The Young Rascals,
Porter Ricks,
Schoolly D,
Qualms,
Robert Hood,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
T. Rex,
Rites of Spring,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Trumans Water,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Leonard Cohen,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Smoke,
Anthony Braxton,
X-101,
Zero Boys,
Jandek,
Charles Mingus,
Black Bananas,
H. Thieme,
Rufus Thomas,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Black Dice,
Marshall Jefferson,
Television,
Fad Gadget,
Average White Band,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
the Germs,
Todd Terry,
The Cowsills,
Icehouse,
Wire,
The Techniques,
Iggy Pop,
DNA,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gerry Rafferty,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Section 25,
Alice Coltrane,
Dorothy Ashby,
Y Pants,
Sonic Youth,
Make Up,
Reuben Wilson,
The Move,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Eden Ahbez,
Intrusion,
Wolf Eyes,
Livin' Joy,
Henry Cow,
Vainqueur,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family.
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.