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 Nepal and from Lyon.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sex Pistols. All the underground hits.
All Altered Images tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Patti Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Supertramp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rod Modell,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Aaron Thompson,
Marine Girls,
Cymande,
Donny Hathaway,
Man Eating Sloth,
Mission of Burma,
KRS-One,
Cybotron,
Soulsonic Force,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Rosa Yemen,
Fear,
The Angels of Light,
Kurtis Blow,
Niagra,
The Neon Judgement,
Curtis Mayfield,
Hot Snakes,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Thee Headcoats,
Matthew Halsall,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Idris Muhammad,
Janne Schatter,
AZ,
the Slits,
Funky Four + One,
Pulsallama,
Yazoo,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Marmalade,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gerry Rafferty,
Jeff Lynne,
Susan Cadogan,
Dual Sessions,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sällskapet,
Pole,
Television,
Malaria!,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Real Kids,
Technova,
Erasure,
The Golliwogs,
U.S. Maple,
Henry Cow,
Accadde A,
The Gladiators,
Harry Pussy,
a-ha,
Easy Going,
The Sonics,
Second Layer,
The Star Department,
Motorama, Motorama, Motorama, Motorama.
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.