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 Iceland and from Delhi.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Radiopuhelimet to the techno 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 Colin Newman. All the underground hits.
All Dave Gahan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sly & The Family Stone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Buckinghams record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hoover,
Lakeside,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Von Mondo,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Sound,
Das Ding,
The Human League,
Blancmange,
Soul Sonic Force,
Rekid,
Man Eating Sloth,
Peter and Kerry,
Faraquet,
48th St. Collective,
Derrick Morgan,
The Mojo Men,
Joey Negro,
Unrelated Segments,
Eric B and Rakim,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Fortunes,
Pulsallama,
8 Eyed Spy,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ludus,
Mo-Dettes,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lightning Bolt,
Piero Umiliani,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Fluxion,
Moby Grape,
Al Stewart,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Duran Duran,
L. Decosne,
The Black Dice,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Soft Machine,
Dawn Penn,
Saccharine Trust,
The Electric Prunes,
Mandrill,
T. Rex,
X-Ray Spex,
The Trojans,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gang Green,
Camberwell Now,
The Misunderstood,
Simply Red,
Blake Baxter,
Rites of Spring,
Funky Four + One,
Matthew Halsall,
Bobby Sherman,
Gichy Dan,
Janne Schatter,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
CMW, CMW, CMW, CMW.
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.