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 Vietnam and from Paris.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and London.
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 marimba 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 Alphaville to the crunk 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 Icehouse. All the underground hits.
All Morten Harket tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Guru Guru record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Adolescents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Inner City,
Black Bananas,
The Toasters,
Byron Stingily,
Qualms,
Subhumans,
Wasted Youth,
Rites of Spring,
John Coltrane,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Infiniti,
Negative Approach,
Livin' Joy,
Funky Four + One,
10cc,
Letta Mbulu,
Television,
The United States of America,
Dark Day,
Cal Tjader,
Sarah Menescal,
Peter & Gordon,
Hasil Adkins,
Deakin,
Moby Grape,
Ultimate Spinach,
Albert Ayler,
The Music Machine,
Roger Hodgson,
Soft Cell,
Flash Fearless,
The Modern Lovers,
Gichy Dan,
Public Enemy,
Piero Umiliani,
Jesper Dahlback,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Peter and Kerry,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Nik Kershaw,
Roy Ayers,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
La Düsseldorf,
PIL,
JFA,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ponytail,
Index,
Ossler,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Electric Prunes,
Deadbeat,
The Saints,
the Slits,
Chris & Cosey,
Erykah Badu,
Iggy Pop,
Jacob Miller,
Bootsy Collins,
The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills.
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.