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 Poland and from Hong Kong.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 rhodes 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 a-ha to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 This Heat. All the underground hits.
All F. McDonald tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Parry Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Section 25 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Bananas,
Sight & Sound,
Brass Construction,
Q65,
cv313,
The Red Krayola,
Kaleidoscope,
The Blues Magoos,
Sun Ra,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Cameo,
The Litter,
Joy Division,
Neil Young,
The Knickerbockers,
Donny Hathaway,
Crispian St. Peters,
Unrelated Segments,
Big Daddy Kane,
Isaac Hayes,
Joe Finger,
Icehouse,
Black Flag,
Boogie Down Productions,
Blake Baxter,
Hardrive,
Black Sheep,
Crooked Eye,
Urselle,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Godley & Creme,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Dirtbombs,
Nas,
The Buckinghams,
The Cosmic Jokers,
John Foxx,
Jerry Gold Smith,
the Association,
Crispy Ambulance,
the Normal,
Flamin' Groovies,
Brick,
F. McDonald,
Television Personalities,
Lalann,
Sun City Girls,
Todd Rundgren,
The Golliwogs,
Mantronix,
David Bowie,
China Crisis,
Tim Buckley,
Quantec,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Don Cherry,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Monks,
Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells.
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.