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 Uruguay and from Lagos.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Blackbyrds to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Jacques Brel. All the underground hits.
All Procol Harum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every E-Dancer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Isaac Hayes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The J.B.'s,
Ultimate Spinach,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sex Pistols,
Sunsets and Hearts,
JFA,
Mo-Dettes,
The Busters,
Yusef Lateef,
Althea and Donna,
Echospace,
T.S.O.L.,
Au Pairs,
Scion,
E-Dancer,
Marshall Jefferson,
Soul II Soul,
The Star Department,
Talk Talk,
Oblivians,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
cv313,
Ultravox,
Danielle Patucci,
David Bowie,
Lungfish,
Flash Fearless,
Crispian St. Peters,
Neil Young,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Fad Gadget,
Sonic Youth,
Monolake,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Index,
Kevin Saunderson,
Mark Hollis,
Byron Stingily,
Oneida,
Bauhaus,
Mandrill,
Essential Logic,
Crispy Ambulance,
the Human League,
Godley & Creme,
Cheater Slicks,
James White and The Blacks,
Goldenarms,
Gabor Szabo,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Pole,
Basic Channel,
Adolescents,
Arcadia,
Charles Mingus,
Howard Jones,
Henry Cow,
David Axelrod,
Wings,
Black Moon,
Scrapy,
The Detroit Cobras,
Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro.
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.