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 Chad and from Lyon.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Fear 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 Joyce Sims. All the underground hits.
All Hoover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amazonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 The J.B.'s record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott Heron,
Charles Mingus,
Supertramp,
E-Dancer,
Jeff Mills,
The Barracudas,
Cal Tjader,
Sun City Girls,
Fear,
8 Eyed Spy,
Steve Hackett,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Fugazi,
Alton Ellis,
Mark Hollis,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Human League,
Khruangbin,
Connie Case,
One Last Wish,
The Dave Clark Five,
Minny Pops,
The Divine Comedy,
Erykah Badu,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lou Reed,
the Normal,
Tropical Tobacco,
Anakelly,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Jacob Miller,
Barclay James Harvest,
Nils Olav,
The Pretty Things,
Eric Copeland,
Bang On A Can,
The Move,
The Selecter,
Radio Birdman,
Hashim,
Joe Smooth,
Television Personalities,
cv313,
Tommy Roe,
the Swans,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Grauzone,
The Durutti Column,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kayak,
The Young Rascals,
Yusef Lateef,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Blancmange,
The Motions,
The Fuzztones,
Matthew Bourne,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Associates,
Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw.
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.