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 Barbados and from Johannesburg.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 harpsichord 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 Jeru the Damaja to the crunk 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 Jesper Dahlbäck. All the underground hits.
All ABBA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mummies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Be Bop Deluxe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moody Blues,
Soft Cell,
The Music Machine,
James White and The Blacks,
Blake Baxter,
Ponytail,
Con Funk Shun,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Real Kids,
Main Source,
Bauhaus,
Joey Negro,
David Bowie,
The Detroit Cobras,
Jeff Lynne,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sister Nancy,
The Moleskins,
Soft Machine,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ronnie Foster,
Terry Callier,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Nirvana,
H. Thieme,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Cramps,
Jacob Miller,
Gregory Isaacs,
Crispian St. Peters,
Crash Course in Science,
The Fugs,
Cybotron,
D'Angelo,
Patti Smith,
The Monks,
the Bar-Kays,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Hasil Adkins,
Stereo Dub,
Eyeless In Gaza,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Qualms,
Wolf Eyes,
The Misunderstood,
Negative Approach,
Rekid,
Tom Boy,
Gang Gang Dance,
DNA,
Sonic Youth,
The Doors,
The Stooges,
The Walker Brothers,
DJ Sneak,
The Residents,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lightning Bolt,
Scratch Acid,
Bad Manners,
Roy Ayers,
The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set.
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.