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 Palau and from Columbus.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 mellotron 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 Ultra Naté to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sex Pistols. All the underground hits.
All Jacques Brel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James Chance & The Contortions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun City Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alphaville,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Harpers Bizarre,
E-Dancer,
Sparks,
The Residents,
The Modern Lovers,
The Victims,
Negative Approach,
Joy Division,
Television,
Swell Maps,
Erykah Badu,
U.S. Maple,
A Certain Ratio,
Magma,
This Heat,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Average White Band,
Nas,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Letta Mbulu,
Guru Guru,
Subhumans,
Soft Machine,
Scratch Acid,
Ultra Naté,
Camouflage,
Roxy Music,
Isaac Hayes,
Pierre Henry,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bobby Sherman,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ossler,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Harmonia,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kas Product,
Chris & Cosey,
Monolake,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sällskapet,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lou Christie,
T.S.O.L.,
Ultravox,
Black Moon,
Kurtis Blow,
The Seeds,
Robert Görl,
The Real Kids,
The Gap Band,
The Sound,
Aloha Tigers,
Desert Stars,
The Dead C,
Charles Mingus,
Youth Brigade,
Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless.
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.