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 Lebanon and from London.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 spring reverb 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 New Age Steppers to the electroclash 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 Mantronix. All the underground hits.
All Country Joe & The Fish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Young Rascals record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a D'Angelo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gong,
Television,
Rhythm & Sound,
the Soft Cell,
Loose Ends,
Pet Shop Boys,
Leonard Cohen,
Vainqueur,
Shoche,
Nation of Ulysses,
Jerry's Kids,
Henry Cow,
The Fuzztones,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Theoretical Girls,
Babytalk,
Gang Starr,
Ossler,
June of 44,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Robert Görl,
Parry Music,
Mantronix,
Tres Demented,
48th St. Collective,
Ultimate Spinach,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Danielle Patucci,
Alton Ellis,
Warren Ellis,
Moss Icon,
Marc Almond,
Buzzcocks,
Angry Samoans,
Marine Girls,
Accadde A,
T.S.O.L.,
Con Funk Shun,
Isaac Hayes,
E-Dancer,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Jandek,
The Count Five,
Rod Modell,
Goldenarms,
Gil Scott Heron,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
10cc,
K-Klass,
Carl Craig,
Ponytail,
Aaron Thompson,
Mary Jane Girls,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Das Ding,
Soft Cell,
Main Source,
Ralphi Rosario,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Red Krayola,
The Cure,
Subhumans,
The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans.
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.