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 Liechtenstein and from Lyon.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Sunsets and Hearts to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 R.M.O.. All the underground hits.
All The American Breed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cecil Taylor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Royal Family And The Poor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Count Five,
Jeff Mills,
Electric Prunes,
Little Man,
Livin' Joy,
Second Layer,
Mandrill,
Ituana,
Joe Smooth,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Doobie Brothers,
Unwound,
Godley & Creme,
David Bowie,
Laurel Aitken,
Ultra Naté,
Leonard Cohen,
Byron Stingily,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Cal Tjader,
Skaos,
Crime,
Supertramp,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Nas,
The Kinks,
Smog,
X-102,
Man Eating Sloth,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Last Poets,
Bob Dylan,
The Dead C,
Donny Hathaway,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Star Department,
Mission of Burma,
Mad Mike,
Suburban Knight,
Metal Thangz,
Loose Ends,
The Moody Blues,
Inner City,
Organ,
Cluster,
Bush Tetras,
Faust,
Neu!,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Darondo,
Nation of Ulysses,
Crispian St. Peters,
Flipper,
Gang Gang Dance,
H. Thieme,
Tears for Fears,
Moss Icon,
Hot Snakes,
Deadbeat,
Skriet,
The Cure,
Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One.
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.