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 Uganda and from Mumbai.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Sällskapet to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Robert Wyatt. All the underground hits.
All Q and Not U tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liaisons Dangereuses 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Vogues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mission of Burma,
Oblivians,
One Last Wish,
Little Man,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Derrick May,
Moebius,
David Axelrod,
Radiohead,
Y Pants,
Siglo XX,
Au Pairs,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Jacob Miller,
Pantaleimon,
Donald Byrd,
The Star Department,
Max Romeo,
Sällskapet,
Circle Jerks,
B.T. Express,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kerri Chandler,
The Leaves,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Zero Boys,
Graham Central Station,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Litter,
Qualms,
Sixth Finger,
The Searchers,
Fad Gadget,
Q and Not U,
Reuben Wilson,
Fugazi,
Kaleidoscope,
Kool Moe Dee,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Steve Hackett,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Grey Daturas,
ABBA,
Bootsy Collins,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Erykah Badu,
Isaac Hayes,
Ralphi Rosario,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Shuggie Otis,
Hardrive,
Sight & Sound,
Kerrie Biddell,
Henry Cow,
Robert Görl,
EPMD,
the Germs,
Oneida,
The Move,
Rekid,
The Dirtbombs,
Morten Harket,
Smog,
Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick.
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.