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 Romania and from Houston.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Althea and Donna to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Aloha Tigers. All the underground hits.
All Black Moon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every D'Angelo 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rahsaan Roland Kirk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gerry Rafferty,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bootsy Collins,
Wings,
The Fire Engines,
The Moody Blues,
Bauhaus,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Silicon Teens,
Rakim,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Stockholm Monsters,
Blancmange,
Erykah Badu,
Byron Stingily,
Gabor Szabo,
Radio Birdman,
Sarah Menescal,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Don Cherry,
Mark Hollis,
Rod Modell,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Suburban Knight,
Nick Fraelich,
Faraquet,
Altered Images,
Johnny Osbourne,
This Heat,
The Stooges,
Neil Young,
Gang Starr,
Pierre Henry,
The Electric Prunes,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bush Tetras,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Crispy Ambulance,
Henry Cow,
Sparks,
Goldenarms,
Rosa Yemen,
Thompson Twins,
Yazoo,
CMW,
Stiv Bators,
Marshall Jefferson,
June of 44,
DNA,
Eden Ahbez,
Harpers Bizarre,
X-Ray Spex,
The Victims,
Isaac Hayes,
Saccharine Trust,
Vladislav Delay,
Leonard Cohen,
The Busters,
The Gap Band,
Ken Boothe,
the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell.
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.