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 Switzerland and from Hong Kong.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Marmalade to the funk 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 Glambeats Corp.. All the underground hits.
All Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Techniques 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shuggie Otis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pop Group,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Eric Dolphy,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Chris Corsano,
Deadbeat,
The Smoke,
One Last Wish,
Junior Murvin,
Barrington Levy,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Saccharine Trust,
Masters at Work,
Sällskapet,
Q and Not U,
Gregory Isaacs,
Tim Buckley,
Brass Construction,
Quadrant,
Iggy Pop,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
H. Thieme,
Stereo Dub,
The Blues Magoos,
The Moody Blues,
Circle Jerks,
Mission of Burma,
Zero Boys,
Marc Almond,
Simply Red,
Max Romeo,
Pere Ubu,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Malaria!,
Joey Negro,
Michelle Simonal,
John Holt,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Jerry's Kids,
The Fall,
Y Pants,
Boz Scaggs,
The Techniques,
Dual Sessions,
Pole,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Saints,
Interpol,
E-Dancer,
The Blackbyrds,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Wasted Youth,
F. McDonald,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Easy Going,
The Fire Engines,
Eli Mardock,
Bootsy Collins,
the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays.
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.