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 Laos and from Shanghai.
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 Cairo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Bobbi Humphrey to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Fad Gadget. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suicide record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Shadows of Knight 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?
The Cure,
Outsiders,
Heaven 17,
Deepchord,
The Zeros,
The Knickerbockers,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Stereo Dub,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Harry Pussy,
The Neon Judgement,
Gang Gang Dance,
Albert Ayler,
The Sound,
Girls At Our Best!,
Matthew Halsall,
Barrington Levy,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Michelle Simonal,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Kayak,
Drive Like Jehu,
DJ Sneak,
Charles Mingus,
Chris Corsano,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Black Moon,
The Velvet Underground,
Agitation Free,
Unrelated Segments,
Blossom Toes,
Easy Going,
Mantronix,
Grauzone,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Fall,
the Fania All-Stars,
Brothers Johnson,
Hasil Adkins,
The Wake,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sound Behaviour,
CMW,
EPMD,
Erasure,
Rekid,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Moody Blues,
Khruangbin,
New Age Steppers,
Y Pants,
Ronan,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gabor Szabo,
The Flesh Eaters,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
World's Most,
The Motions,
Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson.
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.