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 Afghanistan and from Woodstock.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 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 Amazonics to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Music Machine. All the underground hits.
All Mars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Lynne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-101 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skaos,
Leonard Cohen,
Gang Starr,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Radio Birdman,
The Smiths,
Rites of Spring,
Minny Pops,
Eddi Front,
Dennis Brown,
Monolake,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Black Flag,
Bill Wells,
JFA,
Marcia Griffiths,
10cc,
Scientists,
Neil Young,
FM Einheit,
Sex Pistols,
Lower 48,
cv313,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Buckinghams,
Soul II Soul,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Juan Atkins,
Model 500,
Andrew Hill,
Erasure,
The Mummies,
Todd Terry,
Crime,
The Wake,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gastr Del Sol,
Kaleidoscope,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Basic Channel,
Au Pairs,
Godley & Creme,
Bob Dylan,
Fear,
Rotary Connection,
Robert Hood,
Guru Guru,
Bad Manners,
Spandau Ballet,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Joyce Sims,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Kurtis Blow,
Harmonia,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Funky Four + One,
Tropical Tobacco,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Gladiators,
Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose.
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.