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 Marshall Islands and from Lille.
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 Edmonton and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 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 Babytalk to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 It's A Beautiful Day. All the underground hits.
All Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick May record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s 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 Section 25 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bauhaus,
Letta Mbulu,
Gerry Rafferty,
Aural Exciters,
Pierre Henry,
The Real Kids,
Eurythmics,
Kas Product,
Rufus Thomas,
John Foxx,
Joyce Sims,
World's Most,
Bad Manners,
Little Man,
Royal Trux,
Pole,
James White and The Blacks,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Yusef Lateef,
Main Source,
Wasted Youth,
Niagra,
Scan 7,
Harmonia,
Reuben Wilson,
Matthew Bourne,
Jerry Gold Smith,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Swell Maps,
Faraquet,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
China Crisis,
Eli Mardock,
Marc Almond,
Echospace,
Jerry's Kids,
Black Moon,
The Detroit Cobras,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Audionom,
Simply Red,
Theoretical Girls,
Gregory Isaacs,
Barry Ungar,
Barclay James Harvest,
John Cale,
The Tremeloes,
The Evens,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bill Near,
Fear,
The Gladiators,
Quando Quango,
Metal Thangz,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Sonics,
The Neon Judgement,
Porter Ricks,
Bobby Womack,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sugar Minott,
Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson.
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.