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 Brunei and from Bologna.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 rhodes 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 Icehouse to the jazz 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 Half Japanese. All the underground hits.
All The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moebius record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Flag record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Simply Red,
Curtis Mayfield,
Pet Shop Boys,
Roger Hodgson,
Jerry Gold Smith,
X-102,
Fatback Band,
Au Pairs,
Nik Kershaw,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Donny Hathaway,
Iggy Pop,
Terrestrial Tones,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Crooked Eye,
Graham Central Station,
Q65,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Television Personalities,
The Doors,
June of 44,
The Monks,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bill Near,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ronnie Foster,
Moby Grape,
Niagra,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Sonics,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Girls At Our Best!,
10cc,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Deadbeat,
The Gap Band,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Eric B and Rakim,
Can,
Masters at Work,
AZ,
The Dirtbombs,
Trumans Water,
Groovy Waters,
a-ha,
Glenn Branca,
Pole,
The Smiths,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Smoke,
Kaleidoscope,
Roxy Music,
Tres Demented,
Hasil Adkins,
Wasted Youth,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Stetsasonic,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Eurythmics,
Johnny Clarke,
Quantec,
Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen.
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.