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 Brunei and from Glasgow.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 theremin 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 Freddie Wadling to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron. All the underground hits.
All Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott Heron 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Young Marble Giants,
Malaria!,
Stiv Bators,
X-101,
Y Pants,
Eli Mardock,
Fluxion,
Electric Prunes,
The Human League,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bootsy Collins,
Marc Almond,
The Seeds,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Soft Cell,
Flash Fearless,
Nick Fraelich,
Jandek,
Sandy B,
Bizarre Inc.,
Warren Ellis,
Erasure,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Star Department,
Godley & Creme,
Kool Moe Dee,
Depeche Mode,
Khruangbin,
JFA,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lou Reed,
Cecil Taylor,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Spandau Ballet,
Jawbox,
Arcadia,
Surgeon,
Tears for Fears,
The Doors,
Gabor Szabo,
The Moody Blues,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Electric Prunes,
Blancmange,
Traffic Nightmare,
Cal Tjader,
Joe Smooth,
New York Dolls,
In Retrospect,
Grey Daturas,
Moss Icon,
Bill Near,
Morten Harket,
Chrome,
Aural Exciters,
Funkadelic,
David Bowie,
The Durutti Column,
Kevin Saunderson,
Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs.
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.