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 Serbia and from Houston.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Bill Wells to the jazz 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 Rosa Yemen. All the underground hits.
All The Raincoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Judy Mowatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cosmic Jokers,
Rakim,
Ten City,
Soul Sonic Force,
Index,
The Seeds,
John Holt,
Altered Images,
Absolute Body Control,
Q and Not U,
Fluxion,
Circle Jerks,
Blake Baxter,
Sam Rivers,
Nirvana,
Siglo XX,
The Five Americans,
Bizarre Inc.,
DNA,
Dark Day,
Popol Vuh,
Groovy Waters,
Gong,
Chrome,
Jawbox,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Faust,
World's Most,
Dual Sessions,
Todd Terry,
Harry Pussy,
Duran Duran,
Panda Bear,
Kerrie Biddell,
Scratch Acid,
Pantytec,
Pharoah Sanders,
X-Ray Spex,
Blossom Toes,
The Gories,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lower 48,
Grey Daturas,
Delta 5,
The Shadows of Knight,
Arab on Radar,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bobby Womack,
Lalo Schifrin,
Underground Resistance,
Flipper,
Heaven 17,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bush Tetras,
Max Romeo,
Pole,
Franke,
The American Breed,
The Skatalites,
The United States of America,
Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty.
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.