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 Armenia and from Houston.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Urselle to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Rhythim Is Rhythim. All the underground hits.
All The Litter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alphaville 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eurythmics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
U.S. Maple,
Crispy Ambulance,
Cecil Taylor,
One Last Wish,
Ash Ra Tempel,
the Sonics,
T.S.O.L.,
Dave Gahan,
Los Fastidios,
a-ha,
Lower 48,
Kas Product,
10cc,
the Soft Cell,
The Leaves,
Pussy Galore,
Tres Demented,
Isaac Hayes,
Electric Light Orchestra,
F. McDonald,
Lalo Schifrin,
Jacob Miller,
48th St. Collective,
Wire,
The Seeds,
Intrusion,
The Misunderstood,
Don Cherry,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Q65,
Unrelated Segments,
Matthew Bourne,
Niagra,
Kerrie Biddell,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Durutti Column,
These Immortal Souls,
Barry Ungar,
The Pretty Things,
Minnie Riperton,
The Toasters,
Ken Boothe,
Joyce Sims,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Count Five,
Grauzone,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Susan Cadogan,
Quando Quango,
Crispian St. Peters,
Fela Kuti,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lee Hazlewood,
Model 500,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Avey Tare,
R.M.O.,
The Star Department,
CMW,
Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound.
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.