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 Angola and from Seoul.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Captain Beefheart 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 PIL to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Kayak. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deepchord 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smiths,
Warsaw,
Bad Manners,
Piero Umiliani,
The Selecter,
JFA,
Hardrive,
The Last Poets,
the Slits,
Charles Mingus,
Rotary Connection,
Bill Near,
Josef K,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Alarm Clocks,
Chrome,
The Martian,
Suburban Knight,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Detroit Cobras,
The J.B.'s,
Scott Walker,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Seeds,
Lalann,
China Crisis,
Soul II Soul,
Brass Construction,
Derrick Morgan,
Zero Boys,
Erasure,
Stockholm Monsters,
the Germs,
Japan,
Sexual Harrassment,
Harry Pussy,
Fatback Band,
Silicon Teens,
Youth Brigade,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Reagan Youth,
Nick Fraelich,
The Fire Engines,
Monolake,
Jacques Brel,
Don Cherry,
Maleditus Sound,
John Holt,
Pantytec,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Visage,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Joe Finger,
Marc Almond,
Infiniti,
The Fugs,
the Bar-Kays,
Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai.
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.