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 Bhutan and from Columbus.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the oboe 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 Angry Samoans to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Deepchord. All the underground hits.
All Second Layer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Absolute Body Control 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Soft Cell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fort Wilson Riot,
Deepchord,
Marcia Griffiths,
Alice Coltrane,
Ohio Players,
Ten City,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
kango's stein massive,
Robert Hood,
Magazine,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Fat Boys,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Slick Rick,
Ice-T,
Gerry Rafferty,
Fear,
The Sonics,
Masters at Work,
DJ Sneak,
K-Klass,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Slackers,
Nirvana,
The Angels of Light,
The Dirtbombs,
Minor Threat,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Monks,
Hot Snakes,
Eric Dolphy,
Radiohead,
Toni Rubio,
Massinfluence,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bang On A Can,
In Retrospect,
Mr. Review,
Niagra,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Scion,
Rites of Spring,
Junior Murvin,
Stiv Bators,
Yellowson,
David Axelrod,
This Heat,
X-102,
Tim Buckley,
New Order,
Livin' Joy,
Mission of Burma,
Television,
Moss Icon,
Mo-Dettes,
The Gladiators,
Jawbox,
The Doors,
Gichy Dan,
Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy.
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.