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 Nauru and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Calgary.
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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Janne Schatter to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Roger Hodgson. All the underground hits.
All Fela Kuti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every World's Most 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June of 44 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-102,
Iggy Pop,
This Heat,
Electric Light Orchestra,
OOIOO,
Dennis Brown,
Sugar Minott,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Cowsills,
Sly & The Family Stone,
EPMD,
Magma,
Duran Duran,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Clear Light,
Tears for Fears,
Crispy Ambulance,
Funkadelic,
Warsaw,
Groovy Waters,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Rhythm & Sound,
F. McDonald,
The Red Krayola,
Cybotron,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Monolake,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Flesh Eaters,
Mr. Review,
Mandrill,
Freddie Wadling,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Cluster,
Sparks,
Inner City,
Rufus Thomas,
Isaac Hayes,
Pharoah Sanders,
Neil Young,
Cymande,
Sound Behaviour,
Joey Negro,
Whodini,
The Monks,
Gang Starr,
The Moody Blues,
Erykah Badu,
Porter Ricks,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Blake Baxter,
Roxette,
Eve St. Jones,
H. Thieme,
Au Pairs,
Aswad,
Alphaville,
The Smiths,
the Fania All-Stars,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gastr Del Sol,
Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies.
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.