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 Sweden and from Taipei.
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 Columbus and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Donny Hathaway to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Radiohead. All the underground hits.
All Depeche Mode tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amazonics 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Light Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra Arkestra,
X-102,
David McCallum,
Amon Düül II,
Monks,
The Mojo Men,
Curtis Mayfield,
Niagra,
Rites of Spring,
The Gladiators,
Ronan,
X-101,
Youth Brigade,
Aswad,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Y Pants,
The Litter,
Metal Thangz,
Black Sheep,
Kenny Larkin,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Absolute Body Control,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Magma,
Television Personalities,
Soulsonic Force,
Zapp,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bad Manners,
Shuggie Otis,
The Grass Roots,
Porter Ricks,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bobby Sherman,
Massinfluence,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Clear Light,
The Fugs,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
the Fania All-Stars,
David Bowie,
Jeff Mills,
Ten City,
Cheater Slicks,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Talk Talk,
Angry Samoans,
Gang of Four,
Malaria!,
Freddie Wadling,
Zero Boys,
Subhumans,
Ken Boothe,
June Days,
Boredoms,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Carl Craig,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Toasters,
The Beau Brummels,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne.
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.