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 Cameroon and from Toronto.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 sitar 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 Be Bop Deluxe to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Mighty Diamonds. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers Ubiquity tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flamin' Groovies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bronski Beat,
Oneida,
The Slits,
The Trojans,
Eric Dolphy,
DJ Sneak,
Section 25,
The Velvet Underground,
John Cale,
Aural Exciters,
Altered Images,
Barrington Levy,
One Last Wish,
Faust,
The Associates,
The Dead C,
Electric Prunes,
John Holt,
Joyce Sims,
Robert Wyatt,
The Standells,
Aswad,
Andrew Hill,
Tubeway Army,
New Age Steppers,
Con Funk Shun,
The Raincoats,
Pharoah Sanders,
Frankie Knuckles,
Siglo XX,
Monolake,
Lightning Bolt,
Scan 7,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lucky Dragons,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Doobie Brothers,
Tommy Roe,
Can,
Index,
The Seeds,
The Litter,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Pop Group,
the Human League,
Thompson Twins,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bush Tetras,
Rod Modell,
Skriet,
Morten Harket,
Symarip,
Harpers Bizarre,
Young Marble Giants,
Kurtis Blow,
Piero Umiliani,
Hashim,
FM Einheit,
Jeff Lynne,
David McCallum,
E-Dancer,
Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike.
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.