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 Italy and from Lille.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 mellotron 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 Nation of Ulysses to the disco 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 Pagans. All the underground hits.
All The Kinks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blake Baxter 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Tremeloes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stereo Dub,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Matthew Halsall,
Kool Moe Dee,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bang On A Can,
Deepchord,
Das Ding,
Lucky Dragons,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Jesper Dahlback,
Terry Callier,
The Gories,
Grandmaster Flash,
Niagra,
Lyres,
Q65,
Althea and Donna,
John Coltrane,
Bronski Beat,
the Slits,
Soulsonic Force,
Zapp,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Zeros,
Spoonie Gee,
Aaron Thompson,
The Raincoats,
Arab on Radar,
Delta 5,
Rod Modell,
Matthew Bourne,
Fear,
Kerri Chandler,
Dead Boys,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Fortunes,
Junior Murvin,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Motions,
Danielle Patucci,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
the Swans,
Robert Wyatt,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Model 500,
Monolake,
Pylon,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Brand Nubian,
Neil Young,
Colin Newman,
Gang of Four,
Siglo XX,
The Sound,
These Immortal Souls,
The Pop Group,
Motorama,
EPMD,
Bobby Sherman,
Popol Vuh,
A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls.
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.