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 Costa Rica and from Paris.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Doobie Brothers to the jazz 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 Sexual Harrassment. All the underground hits.
All Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barrington Levy 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Young Rascals record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tears for Fears,
Delon & Dalcan,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
cv313,
The Martian,
Babytalk,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Piero Umiliani,
Judy Mowatt,
Livin' Joy,
Mr. Review,
Talk Talk,
Chris & Cosey,
Fela Kuti,
Bobby Womack,
Moss Icon,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Skarface,
The Motions,
Lou Christie,
Derrick Morgan,
Stereo Dub,
The Moody Blues,
Ultra Naté,
June of 44,
John Cale,
the Germs,
The Blues Magoos,
Cybotron,
Howard Jones,
Electric Light Orchestra,
FM Einheit,
Glenn Branca,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ultravox,
Eric Dolphy,
Cheater Slicks,
The Evens,
Oblivians,
The Happenings,
Derrick May,
One Last Wish,
The Shadows of Knight,
Fatback Band,
Bob Dylan,
The Fuzztones,
Massinfluence,
Marc Almond,
The Real Kids,
New Order,
Deadbeat,
LL Cool J,
John Coltrane,
the Sonics,
Funkadelic,
Silicon Teens,
Duran Duran,
Lalann,
Pussy Galore,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Fall,
Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül.
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.