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 Switzerland and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 rhodes 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 Echospace to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Howard Jones. All the underground hits.
All The Moleskins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marine Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Curtis Mayfield record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roger Hodgson,
F. McDonald,
Ronan,
Mark Hollis,
Accadde A,
Freddie Wadling,
Marvin Gaye,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Glambeats Corp.,
Intrusion,
Dorothy Ashby,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Nik Kershaw,
The Velvet Underground,
Morten Harket,
The Beau Brummels,
Pagans,
Niagra,
Wolf Eyes,
Lalann,
Visage,
Davy DMX,
John Coltrane,
Camouflage,
The Mummies,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Reagan Youth,
DJ Sneak,
Television Personalities,
Cecil Taylor,
a-ha,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Spoonie Gee,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Aural Exciters,
Glenn Branca,
Scott Walker,
Stiv Bators,
The Human League,
Lakeside,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Joey Negro,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Radiohead,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sister Nancy,
Man Parrish,
Chris & Cosey,
Minutemen,
Tom Boy,
T.S.O.L.,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Minnie Riperton,
Lou Reed,
Fear,
The Divine Comedy,
Motorama,
ABBA,
The Tremeloes,
Susan Cadogan,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp.
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.