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 Hungary and from Bologna.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 rhodes 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 Heaven 17 to the grunge 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 Boogie Down Productions. All the underground hits.
All Angry Samoans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Zeros record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Invisible record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tres Demented,
R.M.O.,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Zapp,
Infiniti,
KRS-One,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Mummies,
Surgeon,
Mr. Review,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
the Association,
X-102,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Durutti Column,
Sandy B,
Dave Gahan,
Symarip,
Minnie Riperton,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Absolute Body Control,
Royal Trux,
Bill Wells,
Sun City Girls,
Soft Machine,
Gichy Dan,
Susan Cadogan,
Erykah Badu,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Howard Jones,
Yusef Lateef,
Fat Boys,
Mark Hollis,
David McCallum,
Anthony Braxton,
Minor Threat,
New York Dolls,
Shuggie Otis,
Barry Ungar,
The Gun Club,
The Young Rascals,
Kenny Larkin,
The Human League,
Albert Ayler,
The Searchers,
Nils Olav,
Spandau Ballet,
Adolescents,
Joe Smooth,
The Grass Roots,
Scott Walker,
The Blackbyrds,
The Associates,
The Victims,
The Modern Lovers,
Mo-Dettes,
Scrapy,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Simply Red,
Yaz,
The Leaves,
Gerry Rafferty,
Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5.
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.