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 Burkina and from Glasgow.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Anakelly to the rock 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees. All the underground hits.
All Agent Orange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Kinks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Steve Hackett record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aaron Thompson,
The Doobie Brothers,
Alison Limerick,
Soft Machine,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Panda Bear,
Jimmy McGriff,
Negative Approach,
Piero Umiliani,
Robert Görl,
Eric Copeland,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Cluster,
Organ,
Glambeats Corp.,
Drive Like Jehu,
UT,
Sun City Girls,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Modern Lovers,
Warren Ellis,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Funky Four + One,
Ken Boothe,
Adolescents,
Yazoo,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ten City,
Minor Threat,
X-102,
Sällskapet,
MDC,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Subhumans,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Oblivians,
Clear Light,
John Coltrane,
The Move,
Robert Wyatt,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gang Starr,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
In Retrospect,
DJ Style,
Kas Product,
Lalann,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Dennis Brown,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Names,
The J.B.'s,
The Gap Band,
Half Japanese,
Sparks,
Sugar Minott,
DNA,
Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy.
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.