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 Lithuania and from Tokyo.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 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 Kayak to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Altered Images tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James White and The Blacks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vladislav Delay record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funky Four + One,
Masters at Work,
Guru Guru,
The Moleskins,
New Order,
John Lydon,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Slave,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Severed Heads,
Brothers Johnson,
Johnny Osbourne,
Excepter,
X-101,
Q and Not U,
Nick Fraelich,
the Slits,
Lalann,
The Zeros,
E-Dancer,
Funkadelic,
Joensuu 1685,
Monks,
Reagan Youth,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Rapeman,
Con Funk Shun,
Soul II Soul,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Circle Jerks,
Cheater Slicks,
Janne Schatter,
AZ,
Mad Mike,
R.M.O.,
Buzzcocks,
China Crisis,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ice-T,
The Wake,
Gregory Isaacs,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sound Behaviour,
The New Christs,
The Cure,
Rakim,
Alton Ellis,
Franke,
Gang of Four,
Neil Young,
The Pop Group,
The American Breed,
Oblivians,
The Remains,
The Leaves,
Black Moon,
Ultimate Spinach,
Altered Images,
Godley & Creme,
Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell.
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.