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 Kiribati and from Houston.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Brand Nubian to the electroclash 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 Easy Going. All the underground hits.
All Lyres tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Clear Light 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glambeats Corp. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fort Wilson Riot,
Saccharine Trust,
Country Teasers,
PIL,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Nirvana,
The Electric Prunes,
Althea and Donna,
Ituana,
Kas Product,
Eli Mardock,
Sixth Finger,
Harpers Bizarre,
Rekid,
Sexual Harrassment,
Jeff Lynne,
Yellowson,
Throbbing Gristle,
Pere Ubu,
Johnny Clarke,
Angry Samoans,
Maleditus Sound,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Kool Moe Dee,
48th St. Collective,
L. Decosne,
Crispian St. Peters,
Josef K,
Curtis Mayfield,
Youth Brigade,
Dead Boys,
The Smoke,
Underground Resistance,
Pantytec,
Avey Tare,
Archie Shepp,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Anakelly,
Wolf Eyes,
Y Pants,
The Young Rascals,
Alton Ellis,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Human League,
Sandy B,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sonic Youth,
The Smiths,
Cybotron,
Harry Pussy,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Kinks,
Harmonia,
Soul II Soul,
Metal Thangz,
Graham Central Station,
The Velvet Underground,
New Order,
X-Ray Spex,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Todd Rundgren,
Joe Finger,
The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy.
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.