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 Netherlands and from Woodstock.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Piero Umiliani to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Howard Jones. All the underground hits.
All Lou Christie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dead C record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blossom Toes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Order,
Hot Snakes,
Dave Gahan,
Brand Nubian,
Kool Moe Dee,
Jerry's Kids,
Gastr Del Sol,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Pole,
Spoonie Gee,
Donald Byrd,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Moody Blues,
The Victims,
Slave,
Ralphi Rosario,
China Crisis,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ken Boothe,
Faraquet,
Barry Ungar,
Sun City Girls,
Electric Light Orchestra,
a-ha,
Sound Behaviour,
Josef K,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lou Reed,
Gang Starr,
Bang On A Can,
Sight & Sound,
June Days,
Flipper,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Scientists,
Cameo,
Tubeway Army,
The Fuzztones,
Marshall Jefferson,
Make Up,
Royal Trux,
Chrome,
The Pop Group,
The Litter,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Rakim,
Rod Modell,
Crooked Eye,
The Divine Comedy,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Cheater Slicks,
Eli Mardock,
La Düsseldorf,
Nas,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ornette Coleman,
Vainqueur,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Jandek,
The Black Dice,
Toni Rubio,
Dark Day,
Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu.
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.