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 Korea North and from Houston.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Panda Bear to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Bronski Beat. All the underground hits.
All Notorious Big And Bone Thugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & Metallica 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Names record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord 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 Wake,
Mad Mike,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Roxy Music,
Lungfish,
The Smiths,
Absolute Body Control,
Moss Icon,
The Evens,
The Last Poets,
The Seeds,
EPMD,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Franke,
Camberwell Now,
Patti Smith,
Ten City,
Todd Terry,
B.T. Express,
The Residents,
Gichy Dan,
Amazonics,
Yaz,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gabor Szabo,
Funky Four + One,
Tomorrow,
Harpers Bizarre,
Brass Construction,
Fatback Band,
Lucky Dragons,
Harmonia,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ultimate Spinach,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Skaos,
Circle Jerks,
Sun Ra,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Young Rascals,
The Birthday Party,
Desert Stars,
Hoover,
The Modern Lovers,
The Music Machine,
Bobby Sherman,
Alton Ellis,
Radiohead,
Byron Stingily,
Traffic Nightmare,
David Axelrod,
Agent Orange,
Graham Central Station,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Model 500,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Delta 5,
The Cure,
Girls At Our Best!,
Porter Ricks,
Audionom,
Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow.
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.