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 Japan and from Johannesburg.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Woodstock.
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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Moody Blues to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sarah Menescal. All the underground hits.
All Symarip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Josef K 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacques Brel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Finger,
Delon & Dalcan,
Rekid,
Das Ding,
Juan Atkins,
The Last Poets,
Livin' Joy,
the Swans,
Depeche Mode,
Model 500,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Monks,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Derrick Morgan,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Derrick May,
Bob Dylan,
Massinfluence,
Lou Christie,
Boredoms,
The New Christs,
The Grass Roots,
Nick Fraelich,
Fad Gadget,
The Misunderstood,
Royal Trux,
Lalo Schifrin,
Maleditus Sound,
Marvin Gaye,
Public Enemy,
Wolf Eyes,
The Mojo Men,
The Real Kids,
Thompson Twins,
the Germs,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Urselle,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Junior Murvin,
The Moleskins,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
the Association,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Robert Wyatt,
Soft Machine,
Donald Byrd,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
8 Eyed Spy,
F. McDonald,
Oneida,
The Detroit Cobras,
Saccharine Trust,
Ponytail,
Graham Central Station,
Von Mondo,
Hashim,
Ohio Players,
The Velvet Underground,
John Holt, John Holt, John Holt, John Holt.
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.