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 Morocco and from Glasgow.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 theremin 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 Skarface to the grunge 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 Sound Behaviour. All the underground hits.
All Babytalk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television Personalities 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Starr record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
China Crisis,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Motorama,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
R.M.O.,
Arcadia,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Mandrill,
Country Teasers,
Skaos,
Circle Jerks,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Metal Thangz,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Pretty Things,
Icehouse,
Altered Images,
Babytalk,
Suburban Knight,
Yazoo,
Sister Nancy,
PIL,
Joe Smooth,
Eddi Front,
Q65,
Dave Gahan,
Oneida,
The Skatalites,
Cymande,
Pere Ubu,
Adolescents,
Sugar Minott,
Roger Hodgson,
Erykah Badu,
Hot Snakes,
E-Dancer,
Marmalade,
Sandy B,
Scan 7,
Mars,
Barry Ungar,
Jacob Miller,
Brick,
Nation of Ulysses,
Yaz,
Amon Düül II,
Theoretical Girls,
Organ,
Y Pants,
Can,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Nirvana,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Last Poets,
Isaac Hayes,
Sight & Sound,
Nick Fraelich,
Brass Construction,
Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen.
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.