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 Zimbabwe and from Manchester.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 synthesizer 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 Delon & Dalcan to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Ken Boothe. All the underground hits.
All Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Connie Case record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a U.S. Maple record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Barbara Tucker,
Avey Tare,
Patti Smith,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gabor Szabo,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ronan,
Bob Dylan,
James Chance & The Contortions,
OOIOO,
MDC,
X-101,
China Crisis,
the Slits,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Average White Band,
Sällskapet,
Shuggie Otis,
New Age Steppers,
Fluxion,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Joe Smooth,
Loose Ends,
Eve St. Jones,
Pantaleimon,
Liliput,
Soft Cell,
Al Stewart,
Yellowson,
Ponytail,
Joyce Sims,
Freddie Wadling,
Harpers Bizarre,
Delta 5,
Gang Gang Dance,
8 Eyed Spy,
Joey Negro,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Jeff Lynne,
10cc,
Peter and Kerry,
Althea and Donna,
Von Mondo,
The Gladiators,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
the Soft Cell,
The Shadows of Knight,
Morten Harket,
Audionom,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Little Man,
The Pretty Things,
Severed Heads,
the Fania All-Stars,
DNA,
Amon Düül II,
Sex Pistols,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey.
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.