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 Somalia and from Seoul.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 synthesizer 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 Supertramp to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Gap Band. All the underground hits.
All B.T. Express tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Saints record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Michelle Simonal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Offenders,
Jeff Lynne,
Brand Nubian,
Derrick May,
Lakeside,
OOIOO,
Lalo Schifrin,
Saccharine Trust,
Reuben Wilson,
T. Rex,
U.S. Maple,
Skaos,
The Smiths,
Mission of Burma,
One Last Wish,
Country Teasers,
Erykah Badu,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Modern Lovers,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Radiopuhelimet,
Eric Copeland,
Tears for Fears,
Nico,
Roy Ayers,
Reagan Youth,
Crispian St. Peters,
Franke,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Litter,
Soul II Soul,
Das Ding,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Wings,
Stiv Bators,
Intrusion,
Tubeway Army,
The Doors,
Rod Modell,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ponytail,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Spandau Ballet,
Faust,
The American Breed,
Rosa Yemen,
Graham Central Station,
Camberwell Now,
Agitation Free,
Dorothy Ashby,
Marshall Jefferson,
Crooked Eye,
Sonny Sharrock,
Pharoah Sanders,
JFA,
Basic Channel,
Fela Kuti,
Pere Ubu,
Lou Christie,
Barbara Tucker,
Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants.
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.