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 St Lucia and from Lagos.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 oboe 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 Kerrie Biddell to the dance 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 Rapeman. All the underground hits.
All June of 44 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every In Retrospect record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wasted Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultra Naté,
The Kinks,
Marc Almond,
Rites of Spring,
T. Rex,
Letta Mbulu,
Negative Approach,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bang On A Can,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Star Department,
The Remains,
The Names,
Rapeman,
Peter and Kerry,
Cluster,
The Blackbyrds,
The Cramps,
L. Decosne,
Sister Nancy,
The Mummies,
Fugazi,
JFA,
Derrick May,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Hasil Adkins,
Roger Hodgson,
Pussy Galore,
Lower 48,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Toni Rubio,
Anakelly,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sun City Girls,
CMW,
Flash Fearless,
Ornette Coleman,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bobby Womack,
The Monochrome Set,
the Swans,
Gil Scott Heron,
Suburban Knight,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Cecil Taylor,
The Fortunes,
The Gap Band,
Niagra,
The Slits,
Sight & Sound,
Piero Umiliani,
Pharoah Sanders,
MC5,
Jacques Brel,
Crash Course in Science,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Fluxion,
Brass Construction,
Robert Hood,
Laurel Aitken,
Ken Boothe,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan.
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.