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 Mongolia and from Manchester.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Young Rascals to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Massinfluence. All the underground hits.
All Groovy Waters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MDC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cabaret Voltaire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Model 500,
Rod Modell,
Godley & Creme,
Soulsonic Force,
The Standells,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Basic Channel,
Barbara Tucker,
Sun City Girls,
The Velvet Underground,
The Leaves,
Tears for Fears,
Sugar Minott,
Arthur Verocai,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Residents,
Max Romeo,
Scott Walker,
Monolake,
Black Pus,
Simply Red,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Parry Music,
T. Rex,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Zero Boys,
Swell Maps,
Henry Cow,
Scratch Acid,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Angels of Light,
Andrew Hill,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lakeside,
Kas Product,
The Skatalites,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Doobie Brothers,
the Bar-Kays,
This Heat,
Marvin Gaye,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Nils Olav,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Sound,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Minny Pops,
Fad Gadget,
The Moleskins,
David Bowie,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Nas,
Stockholm Monsters,
Arab on Radar,
Bill Wells,
Maleditus Sound,
Lyres,
Stiv Bators,
X-102,
Yazoo,
OOIOO,
Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes.
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.