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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 theremin 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 Brass Construction to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Anakelly. All the underground hits.
All The Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DNA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Carl Craig,
Rotary Connection,
Eric Dolphy,
Ultimate Spinach,
China Crisis,
Howard Jones,
Eddi Front,
L. Decosne,
Subhumans,
Rosa Yemen,
Max Romeo,
EPMD,
Thee Headcoats,
The Cowsills,
June Days,
Avey Tare,
Massinfluence,
Yusef Lateef,
Babytalk,
the Association,
Todd Rundgren,
Gil Scott Heron,
John Coltrane,
The Sound,
Gregory Isaacs,
Tomorrow,
The Last Poets,
In Retrospect,
the Germs,
Scrapy,
Q and Not U,
Symarip,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Tim Buckley,
Suburban Knight,
Marvin Gaye,
Theoretical Girls,
OOIOO,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Nico,
Index,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Minnie Riperton,
Jacques Brel,
Kayak,
Gichy Dan,
CMW,
Althea and Donna,
The Gun Club,
Davy DMX,
Cameo,
The Gories,
Peter & Gordon,
Mr. Review,
Whodini,
Inner City,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
the Normal,
Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran.
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.