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 Philippines and from Stockholm.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Flesh Eaters to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Royal Trux. All the underground hits.
All The Walker Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Easy Going record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harpers Bizarre record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul II Soul,
Marine Girls,
Magma,
Lalann,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Golliwogs,
Sound Behaviour,
Black Sheep,
Massinfluence,
Ronnie Foster,
Matthew Bourne,
Scrapy,
Thee Headcoats,
Procol Harum,
The Blues Magoos,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Deepchord,
Electric Light Orchestra,
John Holt,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Mandrill,
Dark Day,
Tom Boy,
8 Eyed Spy,
John Lydon,
the Germs,
Cybotron,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
X-101,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Subhumans,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Agent Orange,
Brass Construction,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ossler,
Joe Smooth,
The Move,
The Grass Roots,
Kurtis Blow,
Kaleidoscope,
Royal Trux,
Joy Division,
Thompson Twins,
Talk Talk,
Anthony Braxton,
Roy Ayers,
Joey Negro,
Soft Machine,
The Cowsills,
Eurythmics,
Black Bananas,
Erykah Badu,
The Remains,
The Mummies,
Unrelated Segments,
MC5,
Wings,
Ituana,
Mantronix,
Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken.
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.