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 Bahrain and from Accra.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 J.B.'s to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 These Immortal Souls. All the underground hits.
All Model 500 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scratch Acid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eden Ahbez record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
AZ,
Pylon,
Funkadelic,
Pulsallama,
Scratch Acid,
The Modern Lovers,
The Martian,
T.S.O.L.,
the Swans,
The Beau Brummels,
Boogie Down Productions,
Harry Pussy,
Robert Görl,
Brass Construction,
Clear Light,
Absolute Body Control,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Crispian St. Peters,
Roxy Music,
Harpers Bizarre,
Dorothy Ashby,
Masters at Work,
The Evens,
Erasure,
Duran Duran,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Leonard Cohen,
E-Dancer,
The Blues Magoos,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Mummies,
The Pretty Things,
The Flesh Eaters,
Kas Product,
Davy DMX,
Roxette,
In Retrospect,
Flash Fearless,
The Victims,
The Standells,
Byron Stingily,
Mo-Dettes,
Alison Limerick,
Nirvana,
Grey Daturas,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Porter Ricks,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Newcleus,
X-101,
The Leaves,
Ituana,
The Misunderstood,
Y Pants,
Gerry Rafferty,
R.M.O.,
The Fire Engines,
The Happenings,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy.
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.