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 Argentina and from Tehran.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 harpsichord 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 Godley & Creme to the funk 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 KRS-One. All the underground hits.
All Quantec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Technova record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dave Gahan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Inner City,
Bill Wells,
Aural Exciters,
Alice Coltrane,
Basic Channel,
Janne Schatter,
Terry Callier,
Stereo Dub,
Agent Orange,
Morten Harket,
Bang On A Can,
Roy Ayers,
The Neon Judgement,
Alison Limerick,
Curtis Mayfield,
Charles Mingus,
Ituana,
Barry Ungar,
Black Moon,
Gabor Szabo,
Pylon,
OOIOO,
Ultimate Spinach,
Dark Day,
The Red Krayola,
Masters at Work,
Robert Hood,
Pantytec,
Quantec,
The Sound,
Underground Resistance,
Patti Smith,
The Cowsills,
Byron Stingily,
Cluster,
Don Cherry,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Groovy Waters,
Lyres,
La Düsseldorf,
Alphaville,
Gang Green,
The Selecter,
Robert Görl,
Y Pants,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Schoolly D,
Matthew Halsall,
Isaac Hayes,
Jandek,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Buckinghams,
Jesper Dahlback,
Soulsonic Force,
Leonard Cohen,
Hoover,
Pole,
Trumans Water,
Funkadelic,
Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler.
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.