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 Thailand and from Lyon.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 linndrum 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 Eve St. Jones to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Maurizio. All the underground hits.
All The Busters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eyeless In Gaza record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Remains record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funky Four + One,
Rod Modell,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Slick Rick,
The Busters,
The Five Americans,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Monolake,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lucky Dragons,
Ice-T,
Lebanon Hanover,
Kurtis Blow,
Steve Hackett,
Eric Dolphy,
Arcadia,
Das Ding,
Jawbox,
One Last Wish,
Matthew Bourne,
Brass Construction,
Youth Brigade,
The Invisible,
Howard Jones,
Roger Hodgson,
Lightning Bolt,
Ludus,
Bad Manners,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gastr Del Sol,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Brick,
John Holt,
Roy Ayers,
Brand Nubian,
The Angels of Light,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Archie Shepp,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Doors,
Connie Case,
Erykah Badu,
Yaz,
Pylon,
Letta Mbulu,
the Sonics,
Sparks,
The Zeros,
Khruangbin,
Stetsasonic,
Neil Young,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Leaves,
Susan Cadogan,
10cc,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Hardrive,
Kerrie Biddell,
Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry.
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.