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 London.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Milan.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Modern Lovers to the grunge 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 Soft Machine. All the underground hits.
All Sällskapet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Animal Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gabor Szabo,
Country Teasers,
Jimmy McGriff,
Black Pus,
Juan Atkins,
The Toasters,
Pole,
The Mummies,
Sound Behaviour,
EPMD,
Cymande,
Qualms,
Tom Boy,
The Evens,
Scan 7,
Niagra,
FM Einheit,
Spoonie Gee,
Black Bananas,
Man Eating Sloth,
Reuben Wilson,
Judy Mowatt,
kango's stein massive,
Godley & Creme,
Black Moon,
Severed Heads,
Glambeats Corp.,
Isaac Hayes,
The Misunderstood,
H. Thieme,
The Count Five,
Al Stewart,
The Gun Club,
Kevin Saunderson,
Spandau Ballet,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Nik Kershaw,
Swell Maps,
Procol Harum,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Oblivians,
Sarah Menescal,
X-101,
Symarip,
Mission of Burma,
The Five Americans,
Danielle Patucci,
Grandmaster Flash,
Warsaw,
Fugazi,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Idris Muhammad,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Charles Mingus,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Roxy Music,
Aloha Tigers,
The Doobie Brothers,
Parry Music,
Bush Tetras,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis.
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.