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 Nigeria and from Tokyo.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 arpeggiator 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 The Doors to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Joensuu 1685. All the underground hits.
All Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harpers Bizarre 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Graham Central Station record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Seeds,
The Gladiators,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ornette Coleman,
Clear Light,
These Immortal Souls,
Intrusion,
Half Japanese,
Fear,
Juan Atkins,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Fat Boys,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Vogues,
The Motions,
Godley & Creme,
Bill Wells,
Skarface,
Ossler,
Barbara Tucker,
The Buckinghams,
E-Dancer,
Rosa Yemen,
Lungfish,
Johnny Clarke,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Harpers Bizarre,
Young Marble Giants,
Chrome,
Second Layer,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Moebius,
Liliput,
Oneida,
Bobby Byrd,
kango's stein massive,
the Bar-Kays,
The American Breed,
Yusef Lateef,
The Offenders,
Hoover,
The Last Poets,
Althea and Donna,
Surgeon,
Morten Harket,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gong,
Marvin Gaye,
Faraquet,
Mary Jane Girls,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
FM Einheit,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Dead C,
The Modern Lovers,
Erykah Badu,
The Evens,
Colin Newman,
Joensuu 1685,
Niagra,
Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr.
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.