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 Cape Verde and from Tokyo.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and New York.
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 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Neu! to the disco 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 Shoche. All the underground hits.
All Lalo Schifrin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T. Rex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Germs,
Charles Mingus,
Deakin,
The Victims,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Suburban Knight,
Country Teasers,
The Golliwogs,
the Normal,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Mary Jane Girls,
Camberwell Now,
Cymande,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Terrestrial Tones,
Althea and Donna,
The Last Poets,
Khruangbin,
Nils Olav,
Bluetip,
Moby Grape,
Los Fastidios,
Ultravox,
Lakeside,
Tommy Roe,
the Human League,
Ronnie Foster,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Television Personalities,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Marmalade,
Yazoo,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
the Bar-Kays,
Blake Baxter,
Icehouse,
Schoolly D,
China Crisis,
B.T. Express,
Clear Light,
Drive Like Jehu,
Stiv Bators,
Alice Coltrane,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
CMW,
8 Eyed Spy,
Symarip,
Urselle,
Parry Music,
Eric Copeland,
The Fuzztones,
Yellowson,
Bill Near,
John Coltrane,
Mandrill,
the Fania All-Stars,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ornette Coleman,
Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran.
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.