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 Madagascar and from New York.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 marimba 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 Sparks to the techno 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 Bronski Beat. All the underground hits.
All Tears for Fears tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool Moe Dee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Whodini record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Index,
Curtis Mayfield,
Leonard Cohen,
Terry Callier,
The Index,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bootsy Collins,
Hardrive,
Robert Wyatt,
La Düsseldorf,
World's Most,
Frankie Knuckles,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Rod Modell,
Gang Starr,
Ronnie Foster,
Scratch Acid,
Hoover,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Erasure,
New Age Steppers,
Young Marble Giants,
Juan Atkins,
Crispy Ambulance,
Big Daddy Kane,
Aswad,
Wings,
Boz Scaggs,
Parry Music,
Y Pants,
The Smoke,
Wasted Youth,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Trojans,
Scrapy,
Funky Four + One,
Chrome,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
kango's stein massive,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gerry Rafferty,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Quando Quango,
Reagan Youth,
Jerry's Kids,
Slick Rick,
Maleditus Sound,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Gories,
Neu!,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
X-101,
Al Stewart,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Standells,
Barclay James Harvest,
Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock.
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.