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 Armenia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 mellotron 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 The Move to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 These Immortal Souls. All the underground hits.
All Crispy Ambulance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aural Exciters 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 rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a World's Most record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lungfish,
Procol Harum,
The Saints,
Arcadia,
Electric Prunes,
The Cure,
Idris Muhammad,
Make Up,
Boogie Down Productions,
Alison Limerick,
Don Cherry,
Iggy Pop,
Sonic Youth,
Nik Kershaw,
Blake Baxter,
Trumans Water,
Von Mondo,
Zapp,
the Association,
Eric Copeland,
Organ,
Brass Construction,
Pere Ubu,
The Doors,
the Soft Cell,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Pop Group,
Vainqueur,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gastr Del Sol,
Kurtis Blow,
Anthony Braxton,
X-102,
Brick,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sun Ra,
Jeff Mills,
Lou Reed,
Al Stewart,
Peter & Gordon,
Drive Like Jehu,
Cheater Slicks,
Patti Smith,
Blancmange,
Aswad,
Joe Smooth,
kango's stein massive,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Banda Bassotti,
The Gap Band,
Shoche,
Graham Central Station,
Second Layer,
Connie Case,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Buzzcocks,
Inner City,
Saccharine Trust,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department.
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.