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 Sudan and from Bremen.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and New York.
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 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 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 Lou Reed to the grime 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 The Chocolate Watch Band. All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kayak 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Association record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Au Pairs,
Mantronix,
Sun Ra,
The Buckinghams,
Soft Machine,
Sandy B,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bauhaus,
Jerry's Kids,
Traffic Nightmare,
Saccharine Trust,
KRS-One,
Chrome,
Quantec,
Franke,
The Velvet Underground,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Victims,
Black Moon,
Ronnie Foster,
Motorama,
Neu!,
The Count Five,
The Mummies,
David Bowie,
Skarface,
10cc,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Howard Jones,
Talk Talk,
Joyce Sims,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lebanon Hanover,
Thee Headcoats,
Masters at Work,
Radio Birdman,
The Last Poets,
Flash Fearless,
Lucky Dragons,
Circle Jerks,
Brand Nubian,
Bill Wells,
Suburban Knight,
Quadrant,
Freddie Wadling,
Smog,
Basic Channel,
E-Dancer,
Kenny Larkin,
Funkadelic,
Mark Hollis,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Q and Not U,
The Evens,
Brass Construction,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Robert Wyatt,
Scrapy,
D'Angelo,
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.