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 Suriname and from New York.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 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 Quadrant to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Swell Maps. All the underground hits.
All Derrick May tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Men They Couldn't Hang record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Y Pants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Saccharine Trust,
The Velvet Underground,
Minor Threat,
Reagan Youth,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Motorama,
Heaven 17,
Connie Case,
Subhumans,
Matthew Bourne,
Nico,
Tim Buckley,
CMW,
Nils Olav,
June Days,
The Modern Lovers,
OOIOO,
Neil Young,
Pagans,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
UT,
Unwound,
Sex Pistols,
Kevin Saunderson,
Absolute Body Control,
Ultravox,
Todd Terry,
Susan Cadogan,
Fear,
Moby Grape,
The Slits,
The Leaves,
Gerry Rafferty,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Boogie Down Productions,
Theoretical Girls,
Nick Fraelich,
Stetsasonic,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Black Pus,
Scott Walker,
Blake Baxter,
Shuggie Otis,
The Last Poets,
Massinfluence,
Fat Boys,
The Mummies,
Warsaw,
Faust,
Procol Harum,
Johnny Clarke,
Lindisfarne,
Supertramp,
Magma,
Graham Central Station,
Archie Shepp,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Brothers Johnson,
Soft Machine,
Glambeats Corp.,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music.
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.