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 Netherlands and from Bologna.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Youth Brigade to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Althea and Donna. All the underground hits.
All Adolescents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lyres record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Vogues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cowsills,
Morten Harket,
Toni Rubio,
F. McDonald,
Ken Boothe,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Fugs,
Warren Ellis,
Kayak,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Blues Magoos,
Blossom Toes,
Soul II Soul,
Skaos,
Eyeless In Gaza,
R.M.O.,
Alton Ellis,
Banda Bassotti,
Dorothy Ashby,
Rhythm & Sound,
Scratch Acid,
Radio Birdman,
Magazine,
Model 500,
Boz Scaggs,
Eden Ahbez,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Move,
Moby Grape,
Arthur Verocai,
Deepchord,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Evens,
Alice Coltrane,
Gil Scott Heron,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Siglo XX,
The Mojo Men,
Arcadia,
Shuggie Otis,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Derrick May,
Niagra,
LL Cool J,
Max Romeo,
the Association,
Chrome,
The Happenings,
Y Pants,
Pylon,
Althea and Donna,
Lungfish,
Tubeway Army,
Wire,
Peter & Gordon,
Piero Umiliani,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Golliwogs,
The Electric Prunes,
Loose Ends,
Newcleus,
Minnie Riperton,
Ultravox,
Ituana, Ituana, Ituana, Ituana.
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.