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 Papua New Guinea and from Edmonton.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Oblivians to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Lebanon Hanover. All the underground hits.
All Laurel Aitken tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Wyatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Babytalk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Byron Stingily,
FM Einheit,
Crooked Eye,
The Kinks,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Desert Stars,
Talk Talk,
Blake Baxter,
Warsaw,
Wings,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Doors,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Peter & Gordon,
Ohio Players,
Lalann,
Magma,
Charles Mingus,
Symarip,
The Saints,
F. McDonald,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Duran Duran,
David Axelrod,
Marc Almond,
Scott Walker,
Nick Fraelich,
The Cowsills,
Arthur Verocai,
Lightning Bolt,
Grandmaster Flash,
Joy Division,
Roxette,
Ituana,
Mantronix,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Blackbyrds,
Brothers Johnson,
Sun City Girls,
Theoretical Girls,
Eric B and Rakim,
Soft Machine,
EPMD,
Franke,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Jeff Mills,
The Zeros,
The Gun Club,
Anakelly,
Lee Hazlewood,
Morten Harket,
Camouflage,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
David Bowie,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Crispian St. Peters,
Tim Buckley,
The Misunderstood,
Sam Rivers,
JFA,
The Smoke,
Gang Starr,
The Sound,
Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance.
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.