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 Egypt and from Johannesburg.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 marimba 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))) to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Joe Finger. All the underground hits.
All Ponytail tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cabaret Voltaire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spoonie Gee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin 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 Fortunes,
Boogie Down Productions,
Icehouse,
8 Eyed Spy,
the Soft Cell,
Malaria!,
Intrusion,
Jeff Lynne,
Lower 48,
Ten City,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sight & Sound,
Suicide,
David Axelrod,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Tears for Fears,
Sugar Minott,
David McCallum,
The Dave Clark Five,
Funky Four + One,
Marine Girls,
Avey Tare,
Shuggie Otis,
Reuben Wilson,
The Cramps,
Jawbox,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Steve Hackett,
The Mojo Men,
Yusef Lateef,
Bang On A Can,
Eric B and Rakim,
Scratch Acid,
Q and Not U,
Loose Ends,
MDC,
The Index,
The Music Machine,
Nick Fraelich,
The Residents,
The Tremeloes,
The Smoke,
Sly & The Family Stone,
ABC,
Ultimate Spinach,
Circle Jerks,
Lyres,
Mr. Review,
Sam Rivers,
Lee Hazlewood,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Rakim,
Mo-Dettes,
Aaron Thompson,
Royal Trux,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Unwound,
The Smiths,
Man Parrish,
Pylon,
Agitation Free,
cv313, cv313, cv313, cv313.
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.