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 Latvia and from Tehran.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Radiopuhelimet to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Byron Stingily. All the underground hits.
All Warsaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Searchers 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flamin' Groovies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin 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?
Sparks,
X-101,
Judy Mowatt,
Slick Rick,
Pierre Henry,
The Cure,
Ralphi Rosario,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Beau Brummels,
The Names,
Silicon Teens,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Blues Magoos,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Delta 5,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Oneida,
The Associates,
The Knickerbockers,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
A Certain Ratio,
Mo-Dettes,
Steve Hackett,
Adolescents,
Josef K,
Hasil Adkins,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Clear Light,
Yazoo,
Rekid,
Pole,
Supertramp,
Lalo Schifrin,
Technova,
Lalann,
Deepchord,
The J.B.'s,
Rapeman,
The Fire Engines,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Interpol,
The Dave Clark Five,
Susan Cadogan,
Blossom Toes,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Echo & the Bunnymen,
K-Klass,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Dark Day,
Talk Talk,
Alice Coltrane,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Heaven 17,
The Barracudas,
Infiniti,
Stetsasonic,
Lebanon Hanover,
Spandau Ballet,
Bizarre Inc.,
Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion.
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.