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 Albania and from Woodstock.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Vainqueur to the dance 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 Glambeats Corp.. All the underground hits.
All Tears for Fears tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flash Fearless 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Duran Duran 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?
Trumans Water,
The Trojans,
Slick Rick,
Second Layer,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Gories,
Hot Snakes,
Erasure,
U.S. Maple,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Traffic Nightmare,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Toasters,
The Offenders,
The Gap Band,
Barbara Tucker,
The Skatalites,
Junior Murvin,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Organ,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Nick Fraelich,
Ultra Naté,
Arthur Verocai,
Letta Mbulu,
Fat Boys,
Smog,
Gong,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
the Swans,
Lou Reed,
Cal Tjader,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Smiths,
Simply Red,
The Shadows of Knight,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Tres Demented,
Gabor Szabo,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Barracudas,
The Slits,
Buzzcocks,
Radiohead,
Lalann,
The Modern Lovers,
Ronan,
Barrington Levy,
Don Cherry,
Rekid,
Althea and Donna,
The Mummies,
Delon & Dalcan,
Adolescents,
T. Rex,
Half Japanese,
Skarface, Skarface, Skarface, Skarface.
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.