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 Papua New Guinea and from Hong Kong.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 linndrum 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 The Real Kids to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Tears for Fears. All the underground hits.
All La Düsseldorf tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fire Engines 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a These Immortal Souls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Trojans,
The Pop Group,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Wally Richardson,
The Star Department,
The Stooges,
David Bowie,
Organ,
Fad Gadget,
Al Stewart,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
John Cale,
Sonic Youth,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Schoolly D,
Crispy Ambulance,
the Human League,
K-Klass,
Chris & Cosey,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ten City,
Jacob Miller,
Deepchord,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Agent Orange,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bobby Womack,
Siglo XX,
JFA,
Aswad,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bill Near,
Rapeman,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sarah Menescal,
Glambeats Corp.,
the Bar-Kays,
Bob Dylan,
China Crisis,
Throbbing Gristle,
the Swans,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Angry Samoans,
Kayak,
Basic Channel,
Babytalk,
Dorothy Ashby,
Flamin' Groovies,
Nirvana,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Jeru the Damaja,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Zeros,
The Cowsills,
X-Ray Spex,
Minor Threat,
KRS-One,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Doobie Brothers,
Saccharine Trust,
The Real Kids,
Josef K, Josef K, Josef K, Josef K.
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.