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 Finland 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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 harpsichord 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 Yusef Lateef to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Gladiators. All the underground hits.
All Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Godley & Creme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blancmange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blake Baxter,
Pantaleimon,
Adolescents,
Parry Music,
The Wake,
Guru Guru,
Minny Pops,
Theoretical Girls,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Smiths,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ronan,
Andrew Hill,
Charles Mingus,
Don Cherry,
Mr. Review,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Interpol,
Groovy Waters,
Donald Byrd,
Desert Stars,
T. Rex,
Absolute Body Control,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bizarre Inc.,
Average White Band,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
PIL,
The Residents,
Terrestrial Tones,
Moby Grape,
Tres Demented,
Livin' Joy,
Barbara Tucker,
Nas,
The Searchers,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Electric Prunes,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Five Americans,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Inner City,
Stereo Dub,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Slick Rick,
Wasted Youth,
Make Up,
Essential Logic,
Lalann,
Ultimate Spinach,
Drexciya,
Leonard Cohen,
Banda Bassotti,
Skaos,
Vainqueur,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Evens,
H. Thieme,
Jimmy McGriff,
Roxette, Roxette, Roxette, Roxette.
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.