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 Turkmenistan and from Portland.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 mellotron 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 Livin' Joy to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 DeepChord presents Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gories record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Isaac Hayes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drive Like Jehu,
Mandrill,
Flash Fearless,
Dave Gahan,
A Certain Ratio,
Lalann,
Nik Kershaw,
Rekid,
Scott Walker,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
X-Ray Spex,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Masters at Work,
Fifty Foot Hose,
EPMD,
The Sound,
Avey Tare,
Andrew Hill,
Scratch Acid,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Flesh Eaters,
Max Romeo,
Half Japanese,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sun Ra,
Negative Approach,
Gang Green,
The Gap Band,
Crispian St. Peters,
Groovy Waters,
Boz Scaggs,
Young Marble Giants,
Soul Sonic Force,
Spoonie Gee,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Fuzztones,
Sarah Menescal,
Procol Harum,
The Busters,
PIL,
Black Flag,
Pantaleimon,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
This Heat,
The Smiths,
The Selecter,
Mission of Burma,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Sonics,
The Martian,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Rosa Yemen,
Altered Images,
Spandau Ballet,
Lalo Schifrin,
Oblivians,
Sight & Sound,
Al Stewart,
Electric Prunes,
Zapp,
Pylon, Pylon, Pylon, Pylon.
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.