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 Liechtenstein and from Salvador.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 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 Crooked Eye to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Peter & Gordon. All the underground hits.
All The Moleskins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every These Immortal Souls 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer 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?
Eric Copeland,
Sällskapet,
Alphaville,
Robert Wyatt,
The Seeds,
The Durutti Column,
Brass Construction,
Second Layer,
Blossom Toes,
Sonic Youth,
The Toasters,
Theoretical Girls,
The Monks,
Slick Rick,
The Grass Roots,
Talk Talk,
Barry Ungar,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Young Rascals,
Joensuu 1685,
Pussy Galore,
Tommy Roe,
U.S. Maple,
Byron Stingily,
The Barracudas,
Fluxion,
Tomorrow,
Johnny Clarke,
The Raincoats,
Lalann,
Barclay James Harvest,
Shuggie Otis,
Sight & Sound,
The Gap Band,
The Offenders,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Leaves,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Yaz,
Lyres,
Kaleidoscope,
Altered Images,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Jimmy McGriff,
Moss Icon,
Joyce Sims,
Reuben Wilson,
OOIOO,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
8 Eyed Spy,
David Bowie,
Siglo XX,
Intrusion,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Skriet,
The Invisible,
Basic Channel,
Eric Dolphy,
Gabor Szabo,
The Modern Lovers,
Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends.
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.