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 Zimbabwe and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Fire Engines to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Mary Jane Girls. All the underground hits.
All Sound Behaviour tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delon & Dalcan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Dolphy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barclay James Harvest,
Average White Band,
The Fortunes,
Lyres,
Stetsasonic,
Franke,
Roxette,
The Offenders,
Joe Smooth,
E-Dancer,
Eddi Front,
Eric Dolphy,
AZ,
Inner City,
Masters at Work,
June Days,
ABC,
Ornette Coleman,
New York Dolls,
Bronski Beat,
The Dead C,
Eurythmics,
The Walker Brothers,
Minny Pops,
The Fugs,
Saccharine Trust,
Scientists,
Eden Ahbez,
Cheater Slicks,
Babytalk,
Andrew Hill,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Thompson Twins,
the Swans,
Zero Boys,
Rapeman,
Royal Trux,
June of 44,
Goldenarms,
Excepter,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Joey Negro,
The Moody Blues,
Maleditus Sound,
Procol Harum,
Marc Almond,
Janne Schatter,
Kaleidoscope,
10cc,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gong,
Wasted Youth,
Accadde A,
Brick,
Flamin' Groovies,
Jerry Gold Smith,
8 Eyed Spy,
A Certain Ratio,
Sarah Menescal,
Ken Boothe,
Hasil Adkins,
The Skatalites,
Funky Four + One,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Oneida, Oneida, Oneida, Oneida.
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.