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 Russia and from Delhi.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 oboe 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Star Department. All the underground hits.
All Roger Hodgson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every China Crisis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cymande record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rod Modell,
Organ,
Bobby Sherman,
One Last Wish,
Cymande,
The Martian,
Crispy Ambulance,
Suicide,
Soul II Soul,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Vainqueur,
Can,
Sarah Menescal,
Albert Ayler,
10cc,
Brothers Johnson,
Eurythmics,
Cluster,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lower 48,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Section 25,
The Walker Brothers,
Minny Pops,
Deakin,
Agitation Free,
Public Image Ltd.,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gil Scott Heron,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Kerrie Biddell,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Quando Quango,
the Fania All-Stars,
Toni Rubio,
Das Ding,
Alice Coltrane,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
DNA,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Knickerbockers,
Rekid,
Model 500,
the Slits,
Scan 7,
Y Pants,
The United States of America,
Todd Terry,
Mad Mike,
Minor Threat,
the Germs,
The Electric Prunes,
Iggy Pop,
Gang of Four,
Fat Boys,
Livin' Joy,
The Move,
The Fugs,
Spandau Ballet,
cv313,
Khruangbin,
Make Up,
Little Man,
Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai.
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.