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 Rwanda and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 Calgary and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Michael McDonald 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 Suicide to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Nirvana. All the underground hits.
All Minny Pops tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scan 7 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispy Ambulance,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Surgeon,
Livin' Joy,
The Remains,
Pole,
Maurizio,
the Human League,
Amon Düül,
Bronski Beat,
Animal Collective,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Seeds,
Symarip,
Urselle,
China Crisis,
Sight & Sound,
June Days,
Tears for Fears,
The Black Dice,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Jacob Miller,
Kayak,
Brick,
Deadbeat,
Nico,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Modern Lovers,
Negative Approach,
Lakeside,
Darondo,
Skaos,
Traffic Nightmare,
Organ,
Pulsallama,
The Smoke,
Sound Behaviour,
Bluetip,
Quando Quango,
The Electric Prunes,
Spoonie Gee,
Bad Manners,
James White and The Blacks,
Crispian St. Peters,
Technova,
Rosa Yemen,
Ituana,
The Techniques,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
June of 44,
Bizarre Inc.,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Intrusion,
Silicon Teens,
Pharoah Sanders,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bobby Byrd,
Todd Rundgren,
Joy Division,
Das Ding,
The Cowsills,
Slick Rick,
Wings, Wings, Wings, Wings.
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.