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 Syria and from Tehran.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 808 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse. All the underground hits.
All Gang Gang Dance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wings 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pagans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet 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 Tremeloes,
Joyce Sims,
DJ Sneak,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Todd Rundgren,
Arthur Verocai,
R.M.O.,
Robert Wyatt,
Sly & The Family Stone,
These Immortal Souls,
Magma,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bauhaus,
The Red Krayola,
JFA,
Matthew Halsall,
Soft Machine,
Charles Mingus,
Clear Light,
Michelle Simonal,
T.S.O.L.,
Brass Construction,
Unwound,
The Modern Lovers,
Yaz,
The Blues Magoos,
Symarip,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Excepter,
Radiohead,
Blancmange,
Thee Headcoats,
The Neon Judgement,
Peter and Kerry,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lee Hazlewood,
Parry Music,
Pantaleimon,
Deepchord,
Drive Like Jehu,
Main Source,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ossler,
Faraquet,
The J.B.'s,
Jacques Brel,
Livin' Joy,
Throbbing Gristle,
Iggy Pop,
D'Angelo,
The Stooges,
The Velvet Underground,
China Crisis,
John Coltrane,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Techniques,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Girls At Our Best!,
David Bowie,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Offenders,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
the Human League, the Human League, the Human League, the Human League.
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.