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 Bahamas and from Spokane.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Accra.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Doobie Brothers to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Human League. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eyeless In Gaza record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echo & the Bunnymen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar 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?
Hardrive,
Mo-Dettes,
Gang Green,
Kurtis Blow,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
L. Decosne,
Pussy Galore,
Glenn Branca,
Stiv Bators,
The Toasters,
Donald Byrd,
Tim Buckley,
Rekid,
The Monks,
Aural Exciters,
Country Teasers,
Kas Product,
Au Pairs,
Suburban Knight,
Marvin Gaye,
the Human League,
Gichy Dan,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Scratch Acid,
Spoonie Gee,
David Bowie,
The Doors,
The Last Poets,
Brass Construction,
Minnie Riperton,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Knickerbockers,
Basic Channel,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Saccharine Trust,
Rapeman,
Circle Jerks,
The New Christs,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Cramps,
Drive Like Jehu,
John Lydon,
Faust,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Steve Hackett,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sällskapet,
Charles Mingus,
The Vogues,
T. Rex,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Joe Finger,
The American Breed,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Desert Stars,
The Raincoats,
The Trojans,
PIL,
Fatback Band,
Alice Coltrane,
Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front.
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.