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 Ethiopia and from Accra.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 guitar 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 Soul II Soul to the rock 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 John Lydon. All the underground hits.
All Alice Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mark Hollis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young & Crazy Horse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fire Engines,
The Zeros,
ABC,
Monolake,
Althea and Donna,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Moby Grape,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Loose Ends,
Marshall Jefferson,
48th St. Collective,
The Happenings,
Main Source,
Mantronix,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Y Pants,
The Mummies,
Cybotron,
The Invisible,
The Names,
Avey Tare,
The Cramps,
Underground Resistance,
Mark Hollis,
Aural Exciters,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Brothers Johnson,
Ice-T,
Zero Boys,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Stiv Bators,
K-Klass,
The Remains,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ultimate Spinach,
Duran Duran,
The Sonics,
Blossom Toes,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
China Crisis,
the Association,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Symarip,
Circle Jerks,
Massinfluence,
Patti Smith,
The Velvet Underground,
Gastr Del Sol,
a-ha,
Lalo Schifrin,
R.M.O.,
Big Daddy Kane,
Matthew Halsall,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Fad Gadget,
Oneida,
Minnie Riperton,
Gregory Isaacs,
Stetsasonic,
Prince Buster,
The Leaves,
The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers.
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.