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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Paris.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Stockholm.
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 Donald Fagen 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 Flash Fearless to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Busters. All the underground hits.
All Eurythmics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang On A Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a China Crisis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Be Bop Deluxe,
Smog,
Scientists,
Warsaw,
Lou Christie,
Absolute Body Control,
Rekid,
Ronan,
Bizarre Inc.,
Kenny Larkin,
Spoonie Gee,
Lindisfarne,
Gang Gang Dance,
Quando Quango,
Black Pus,
Faraquet,
Jeru the Damaja,
Negative Approach,
Heaven 17,
Freddie Wadling,
Slave,
The Sound,
Swans,
Masters at Work,
Brick,
Cluster,
June Days,
Section 25,
Black Flag,
Angry Samoans,
Michelle Simonal,
Yaz,
The Grass Roots,
Goldenarms,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Divine Comedy,
Marine Girls,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sun Ra,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Black Moon,
Johnny Clarke,
Wally Richardson,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Fatback Band,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Matthew Bourne,
Peter and Kerry,
Sister Nancy,
Youth Brigade,
Judy Mowatt,
Crooked Eye,
Danielle Patucci,
Ohio Players,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
R.M.O.,
Sparks,
Lalann,
Quantec,
Monks,
Interpol, Interpol, Interpol, Interpol.
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.