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 Seychelles and from Seoul.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Erasure to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doobie Brothers 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 linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlbäck record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Clarke,
Chrome,
Aural Exciters,
John Holt,
Reuben Wilson,
Bronski Beat,
Aloha Tigers,
John Cale,
The Velvet Underground,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Dennis Brown,
Au Pairs,
Duran Duran,
Rosa Yemen,
Oneida,
Quadrant,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Associates,
Stereo Dub,
Camouflage,
Pierre Henry,
Tomorrow,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Neil Young,
Q and Not U,
Livin' Joy,
Rotary Connection,
Agent Orange,
Soul II Soul,
Althea and Donna,
Public Enemy,
Blancmange,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ten City,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sparks,
Ronan,
The Gories,
Young Marble Giants,
Eurythmics,
the Bar-Kays,
A Certain Ratio,
Nas,
Pagans,
The Blackbyrds,
Soft Machine,
Marc Almond,
Silicon Teens,
Eric Dolphy,
Eli Mardock,
The Skatalites,
Robert Görl,
Fad Gadget,
Los Fastidios,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sister Nancy,
Public Image Ltd.,
Juan Atkins,
E-Dancer,
The Angels of Light,
Saccharine Trust,
Roxy Music,
The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos.
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.