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 South Africa and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Theoretical Girls to the jazz 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 Skaos. All the underground hits.
All a-ha tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Theoretical Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Count Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minnie Riperton,
Newcleus,
Crispy Ambulance,
Donny Hathaway,
The J.B.'s,
Sun City Girls,
The Smoke,
Fela Kuti,
Black Flag,
Ice-T,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Main Source,
Johnny Clarke,
Roger Hodgson,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sarah Menescal,
Sandy B,
Suburban Knight,
Hot Snakes,
Urselle,
Scion,
Thompson Twins,
Wolf Eyes,
Delon & Dalcan,
Niagra,
DNA,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Laurel Aitken,
Ornette Coleman,
Dark Day,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Matthew Halsall,
Sixth Finger,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Vladislav Delay,
Grauzone,
Reagan Youth,
Public Enemy,
Easy Going,
Quadrant,
Tim Buckley,
Dead Boys,
R.M.O.,
New Order,
The Trojans,
The Gun Club,
The Grass Roots,
Derrick May,
Television,
Sexual Harrassment,
Mission of Burma,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lee Hazlewood,
Mark Hollis,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Selecter,
Das Ding,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Rotary Connection,
Nik Kershaw,
Cameo,
The Birthday Party,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
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.