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 Sri Lanka and from Salvador.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Deakin to the punk 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 Wally Richardson. All the underground hits.
All Peter & Gordon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Blake Baxter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sam Rivers,
Moby Grape,
Tropical Tobacco,
D'Angelo,
Nation of Ulysses,
DNA,
Marshall Jefferson,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Stooges,
Vladislav Delay,
Albert Ayler,
Todd Rundgren,
Rosa Yemen,
Black Sheep,
The Motions,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Rod Modell,
Severed Heads,
In Retrospect,
Public Image Ltd.,
Steve Hackett,
The Tremeloes,
Sällskapet,
Lou Christie,
Mars,
Todd Terry,
Grauzone,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bluetip,
Bill Near,
David McCallum,
Cluster,
Soul Sonic Force,
Jeff Mills,
Mission of Burma,
Gabor Szabo,
Radio Birdman,
Saccharine Trust,
Tubeway Army,
Moss Icon,
Bob Dylan,
Eden Ahbez,
Whodini,
The Victims,
The Fortunes,
Drive Like Jehu,
Deepchord,
Judy Mowatt,
UT,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Fluxion,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Smog,
Radiopuhelimet,
Tears for Fears,
Joensuu 1685,
The Sonics,
June Days,
Trumans Water,
Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat.
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.