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 India and from Cairo.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Cowsills to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 This Heat. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Bourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Altered Images record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator 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?
Ronan,
Boredoms,
The Pretty Things,
Lakeside,
The Cowsills,
The Blackbyrds,
Q and Not U,
Pantytec,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Mojo Men,
The Trojans,
Jawbox,
Inner City,
B.T. Express,
Jacques Brel,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Technova,
Boogie Down Productions,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Reuben Wilson,
The Five Americans,
Boz Scaggs,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Shuggie Otis,
Skaos,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Funky Four + One,
Davy DMX,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Magazine,
Sun City Girls,
The Gap Band,
Minutemen,
Peter and Kerry,
Silicon Teens,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lou Christie,
Erykah Badu,
Rufus Thomas,
Cluster,
Faraquet,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Johnny Osbourne,
Slave,
Stereo Dub,
Terrestrial Tones,
Pole,
Gerry Rafferty,
Altered Images,
the Slits,
Gang Starr,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Gladiators,
Malaria!,
Spandau Ballet,
Howard Jones,
OOIOO,
a-ha,
Gang Gang Dance,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck.
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.