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 Samoa and from Stockholm.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Holger Czukay 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 AZ to the dance 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 Livin' Joy. All the underground hits.
All Skaos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marcia Griffiths 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bluetip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fear,
Dark Day,
JFA,
Newcleus,
Spandau Ballet,
Rotary Connection,
Grey Daturas,
Fugazi,
Marc Almond,
Pagans,
Max Romeo,
Terry Callier,
Reuben Wilson,
Agent Orange,
Scientists,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Cameo,
UT,
Popol Vuh,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Radio Birdman,
The Fortunes,
Todd Rundgren,
kango's stein massive,
The Black Dice,
Thee Headcoats,
Sexual Harrassment,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sonny Sharrock,
Q65,
Pole,
The Slits,
Interpol,
Guru Guru,
8 Eyed Spy,
Agitation Free,
Rhythm & Sound,
Aural Exciters,
The Smoke,
The Cowsills,
The Saints,
Cecil Taylor,
Black Moon,
Joey Negro,
Motorama,
Alice Coltrane,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Crispian St. Peters,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Whodini,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sun Ra,
Sällskapet,
Wire,
The Beau Brummels,
Marvin Gaye,
Quantec,
Nation of Ulysses,
Harpers Bizarre,
Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers.
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.