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 Nigeria and from Glasgow.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the theremin 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 Tres Demented 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 T. Rex. All the underground hits.
All Tom Boy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Grass Roots record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Simply Red,
Gichy Dan,
a-ha,
Reuben Wilson,
The New Christs,
Funkadelic,
Hot Snakes,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Pole,
Visage,
The Real Kids,
The Zeros,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Peter & Gordon,
Slick Rick,
Tim Buckley,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Yellowson,
Gil Scott Heron,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Durutti Column,
Todd Terry,
JFA,
Gabor Szabo,
Skriet,
The Litter,
Amazonics,
Bobby Womack,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Youth Brigade,
Bobby Byrd,
Underground Resistance,
Blossom Toes,
Man Eating Sloth,
Eden Ahbez,
Echospace,
Harpers Bizarre,
Dave Gahan,
Avey Tare,
Joe Finger,
Q65,
La Düsseldorf,
T.S.O.L.,
Jacques Brel,
Kool Moe Dee,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ken Boothe,
John Cale,
Gastr Del Sol,
AZ,
Moss Icon,
Kayak,
Fear,
Guru Guru,
Bizarre Inc.,
Fad Gadget,
The Dead C,
Tres Demented,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sight & Sound,
Jawbox,
The Electric Prunes,
Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett.
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.