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 Ethiopia and from Portland.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 X-102 to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Ralphi Rosario. All the underground hits.
All U.S. Maple tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick May record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kaleidoscope record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pere Ubu,
Rosa Yemen,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Stiv Bators,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Vogues,
Unrelated Segments,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Fortunes,
Robert Görl,
Eurythmics,
Charles Mingus,
Sight & Sound,
H. Thieme,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bush Tetras,
One Last Wish,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Marvin Gaye,
The Barracudas,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Boredoms,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Names,
Jacques Brel,
Rotary Connection,
Matthew Halsall,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Pierre Henry,
Graham Central Station,
Brass Construction,
Lebanon Hanover,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sly & The Family Stone,
X-Ray Spex,
Tommy Roe,
X-102,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sarah Menescal,
Rapeman,
The Tremeloes,
Subhumans,
Siglo XX,
Sun Ra,
The Five Americans,
Barry Ungar,
X-101,
John Holt,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Easy Going,
Sixth Finger,
Groovy Waters,
Fear,
Schoolly D,
Kerri Chandler,
Toni Rubio,
Ultimate Spinach,
Kayak,
Faust,
Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin.
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.