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 Malawi and from Houston.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Rites of Spring 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 H. Thieme. All the underground hits.
All Chris & Cosey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Fania All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brand Nubian,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Trojans,
The United States of America,
Niagra,
Clear Light,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Spandau Ballet,
Pantaleimon,
Gang of Four,
Ituana,
Sonic Youth,
Moby Grape,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Negative Approach,
Motorama,
Altered Images,
The Alarm Clocks,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
the Soft Cell,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Saccharine Trust,
Suicide,
Pharoah Sanders,
Das Ding,
Alton Ellis,
Derrick Morgan,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bill Wells,
Babytalk,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Cramps,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Scion,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Durutti Column,
Susan Cadogan,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Smiths,
Circle Jerks,
Warren Ellis,
Neil Young,
Sister Nancy,
Can,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sandy B,
Josef K,
Maurizio,
The Searchers,
The Pretty Things,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Chris & Cosey,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
La Düsseldorf,
Scratch Acid,
Bobby Byrd,
John Holt,
Gang Green,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson.
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.