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 Cameroon and from Copenhagen.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Delon & Dalcan to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Popol Vuh. All the underground hits.
All The Mojo Men tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Real Kids 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vladislav Delay record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hot Snakes,
The Pop Group,
PIL,
E-Dancer,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ronan,
Soft Machine,
Bobby Byrd,
Harry Pussy,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
David Axelrod,
The Fire Engines,
Bauhaus,
Joe Finger,
Black Pus,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sister Nancy,
The J.B.'s,
Jacob Miller,
Motorama,
Bad Manners,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Rekid,
Blake Baxter,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Suburban Knight,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Shadows of Knight,
New Order,
Youth Brigade,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Avey Tare,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Tremeloes,
Bill Wells,
The Victims,
Deadbeat,
Y Pants,
The Barracudas,
The Motions,
Das Ding,
Mr. Review,
Unrelated Segments,
Electric Prunes,
Grey Daturas,
AZ,
Oblivians,
Parry Music,
The Last Poets,
Roy Ayers,
Fatback Band,
Kas Product,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
JFA,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sixth Finger,
The American Breed,
Ituana,
Swell Maps,
The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band.
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.