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 Belize and from Portland.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Grey Daturas to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Darondo. All the underground hits.
All Model 500 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tears for Fears record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rosa Yemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faraquet,
The Slits,
Absolute Body Control,
Oneida,
Marshall Jefferson,
Colin Newman,
The Slackers,
Ohio Players,
The Dirtbombs,
The Human League,
David Axelrod,
Dawn Penn,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Jeru the Damaja,
Delon & Dalcan,
Liliput,
Scan 7,
Black Sheep,
Ultra Naté,
Reuben Wilson,
Half Japanese,
Quando Quango,
Roger Hodgson,
Lalo Schifrin,
Fatback Band,
Slick Rick,
Tres Demented,
Piero Umiliani,
the Fania All-Stars,
Little Man,
The Fortunes,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
the Germs,
Bauhaus,
Main Source,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Searchers,
Black Pus,
Newcleus,
Duran Duran,
Organ,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Morten Harket,
World's Most,
Circle Jerks,
Scott Walker,
Radio Birdman,
Joensuu 1685,
Hardrive,
Bluetip,
The Invisible,
The Last Poets,
the Bar-Kays,
Hasil Adkins,
The Tremeloes,
Motorama,
Lee Hazlewood,
Banda Bassotti,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Malaria!,
Man Eating Sloth,
Vainqueur,
Television,
The Dead C,
T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L..
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.