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 Belgium and from Paris.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Quando Quango. All the underground hits.
All La Düsseldorf tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dual Sessions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sly & The Family Stone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kayak,
Fear,
Bobby Sherman,
Gabor Szabo,
Barbara Tucker,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
the Swans,
Altered Images,
The Monochrome Set,
L. Decosne,
Swans,
Patti Smith,
The Buckinghams,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Donny Hathaway,
In Retrospect,
Black Moon,
New Age Steppers,
The Evens,
Iggy Pop,
Prince Buster,
Y Pants,
Lindisfarne,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Alarm Clocks,
KRS-One,
Isaac Hayes,
Marmalade,
Supertramp,
Dead Boys,
Alison Limerick,
La Düsseldorf,
Max Romeo,
Black Sheep,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sugar Minott,
Scan 7,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Basic Channel,
Minor Threat,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Motorama,
The Doors,
Godley & Creme,
PIL,
Icehouse,
Sarah Menescal,
Amon Düül II,
Agent Orange,
Infiniti,
Ituana,
The Blues Magoos,
Von Mondo,
Robert Hood,
Aswad,
U.S. Maple,
David Bowie,
Visage,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Banda Bassotti,
Cal Tjader,
Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest.
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.