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 India and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Houston.
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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Monks to the dance 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 KRS-One. All the underground hits.
All Blossom Toes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warren Ellis 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shuggie Otis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pretty Things,
Intrusion,
Godley & Creme,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lyres,
8 Eyed Spy,
Procol Harum,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lou Reed,
The Cure,
Roxette,
Bang On A Can,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Shoche,
Clear Light,
Davy DMX,
Subhumans,
The Doors,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sixth Finger,
Soulsonic Force,
Sexual Harrassment,
Depeche Mode,
the Fania All-Stars,
Peter & Gordon,
Joy Division,
Bobby Byrd,
the Association,
ABC,
Minny Pops,
Supertramp,
Newcleus,
Rapeman,
Lakeside,
Slave,
Sparks,
Sight & Sound,
The Dirtbombs,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Pulsallama,
Hardrive,
Roger Hodgson,
Fatback Band,
Babytalk,
Marine Girls,
Make Up,
Stockholm Monsters,
Black Pus,
Ponytail,
The Standells,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Joe Finger,
The New Christs,
Bill Wells,
Marmalade,
Delon & Dalcan,
Steve Hackett,
Barrington Levy,
Loose Ends,
Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie.
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.