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 Iran and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 Edmonton and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Knickerbockers to the grime 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 Bill Near. All the underground hits.
All Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eurythmics 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Happenings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Make Up,
Moebius,
Sun Ra,
Laurel Aitken,
Liliput,
X-101,
The Young Rascals,
Bobby Womack,
Joe Finger,
The Electric Prunes,
Ken Boothe,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
the Germs,
The J.B.'s,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Skatalites,
The Fuzztones,
Amazonics,
Chris Corsano,
Deadbeat,
The Golliwogs,
Patti Smith,
the Association,
the Normal,
Lyres,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Barracudas,
Donald Byrd,
Johnny Osbourne,
Mandrill,
Eric B and Rakim,
Cameo,
Joensuu 1685,
Blancmange,
Lalo Schifrin,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gabor Szabo,
Robert Wyatt,
Echospace,
Barry Ungar,
The Shadows of Knight,
H. Thieme,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Vogues,
Junior Murvin,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Durutti Column,
Oblivians,
Sixth Finger,
Henry Cow,
Harry Pussy,
David Bowie,
Arcadia,
Delta 5,
Ice-T,
Easy Going,
The Velvet Underground,
Robert Görl,
Roxette,
Buzzcocks,
Rites of Spring,
Michelle Simonal,
Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia.
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.