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 Czech Republic and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Gil Scott Heron to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Drive Like Jehu. All the underground hits.
All Electric Light Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Absolute Body Control 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monks,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Joe Smooth,
Circle Jerks,
Hashim,
Kaleidoscope,
Minnie Riperton,
Fifty Foot Hose,
cv313,
Au Pairs,
Soft Machine,
Chrome,
Organ,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Kayak,
Delta 5,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Minny Pops,
Lightning Bolt,
These Immortal Souls,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Victims,
The Red Krayola,
Infiniti,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Toni Rubio,
Absolute Body Control,
Junior Murvin,
Barrington Levy,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Fugazi,
The Doors,
the Fania All-Stars,
Alison Limerick,
Arab on Radar,
The Stooges,
Second Layer,
The Gories,
Stiv Bators,
the Normal,
Rod Modell,
Das Ding,
Porter Ricks,
Half Japanese,
Aaron Thompson,
Rhythm & Sound,
Piero Umiliani,
Babytalk,
The Standells,
Black Flag,
Pantaleimon,
Von Mondo,
The Durutti Column,
Minutemen,
New Age Steppers,
Deadbeat,
Cheater Slicks,
Con Funk Shun,
Sarah Menescal,
Technova,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark.
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.