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 Botswana and from Mexico City.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Kenny Larkin to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ash Ra Tempel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool Moe Dee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Lynne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thompson Twins,
Tears for Fears,
Leonard Cohen,
The Five Americans,
Depeche Mode,
L. Decosne,
Connie Case,
Heaven 17,
The Blackbyrds,
Sight & Sound,
Eric Dolphy,
The Sound,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Dead C,
kango's stein massive,
Zero Boys,
The Victims,
LL Cool J,
Freddie Wadling,
a-ha,
Steve Hackett,
Mantronix,
Pylon,
Kas Product,
New York Dolls,
Joyce Sims,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Agitation Free,
Circle Jerks,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sarah Menescal,
Country Teasers,
The New Christs,
Lebanon Hanover,
Judy Mowatt,
Dark Day,
Organ,
UT,
Nirvana,
The Move,
Ornette Coleman,
Porter Ricks,
Soft Machine,
Fear,
The Fire Engines,
Nico,
Basic Channel,
Isaac Hayes,
Neil Young,
Janne Schatter,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Joy Division,
Mark Hollis,
ABBA,
New Order,
The Last Poets,
Royal Trux,
The Gladiators,
The Angels of Light,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Glambeats Corp.,
Cymande,
Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty.
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.