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 South Sudan and from Jakarta.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Calgary.
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 harpsichord 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 Electric Prunes to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Nick Fraelich. All the underground hits.
All Aural Exciters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Angels of Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Mills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spandau Ballet,
the Soft Cell,
Tres Demented,
Joe Finger,
The J.B.'s,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Eden Ahbez,
EPMD,
E-Dancer,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Model 500,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Kenny Larkin,
the Sonics,
Erasure,
Soft Machine,
The Zeros,
The Cure,
Gregory Isaacs,
Leonard Cohen,
The Sound,
DJ Style,
Black Moon,
Pylon,
Tomorrow,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ohio Players,
The Moody Blues,
The Barracudas,
Derrick May,
Rites of Spring,
Alton Ellis,
The New Christs,
Terry Callier,
Whodini,
Wings,
Skriet,
Swell Maps,
The Martian,
Swans,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Joey Negro,
Kas Product,
The Litter,
Henry Cow,
The Searchers,
Danielle Patucci,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Crispy Ambulance,
Interpol,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Peter and Kerry,
The Busters,
AZ,
Erykah Badu,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
R.M.O.,
Malaria!,
The Walker Brothers,
David Axelrod,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma.
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.