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 Poland and from Copenhagen.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Boredoms to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Beasts of Bourbon. All the underground hits.
All The Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Style record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pylon,
Rhythm & Sound,
Nils Olav,
X-Ray Spex,
Goldenarms,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bizarre Inc.,
Graham Central Station,
Funky Four + One,
The New Christs,
Wally Richardson,
Fela Kuti,
Erasure,
the Human League,
David Bowie,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Black Bananas,
Barbara Tucker,
Crime,
Basic Channel,
The Pretty Things,
Prince Buster,
Jerry's Kids,
Sound Behaviour,
Alphaville,
Japan,
Junior Murvin,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Electric Prunes,
Wings,
Sun Ra,
Kayak,
Animal Collective,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Robert Görl,
Wolf Eyes,
This Heat,
David Axelrod,
The Fugs,
Index,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Fortunes,
Unrelated Segments,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Symarip,
Aural Exciters,
The Young Rascals,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Standells,
Kas Product,
The Sonics,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Fluxion,
The J.B.'s,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Yellowson,
The Gun Club,
Al Stewart,
E-Dancer,
One Last Wish,
Lightning Bolt,
Dark Day,
Aswad, Aswad, Aswad, Aswad.
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.