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 Jordan and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Philadelphia.
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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 10cc 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 Bad Manners. All the underground hits.
All Major Organ And The Adding Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers Ubiquity 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Surgeon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roger Hodgson,
Monks,
Jacob Miller,
the Normal,
The Knickerbockers,
Gang Starr,
Goldenarms,
The Sisters of Mercy,
DJ Style,
Hot Snakes,
The Associates,
Amazonics,
Pantaleimon,
Jeff Mills,
Faraquet,
Rhythm & Sound,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bang On A Can,
Crooked Eye,
Cal Tjader,
Marvin Gaye,
Lindisfarne,
Pole,
Porter Ricks,
Jacques Brel,
Masters at Work,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Funky Four + One,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Symarip,
Ituana,
Lightning Bolt,
Althea and Donna,
China Crisis,
Groovy Waters,
Yaz,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Don Cherry,
James White and The Blacks,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bobby Byrd,
EPMD,
Sight & Sound,
Crispian St. Peters,
Y Pants,
June Days,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Fear,
K-Klass,
CMW,
The Litter,
Jandek,
Carl Craig,
Howard Jones,
Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection.
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.