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 Cyprus and from Cairo.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Woodstock.
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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Derrick May to the punk 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 Tim Buckley. All the underground hits.
All Radio Birdman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Surgeon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hasil Adkins,
Dennis Brown,
Amazonics,
Connie Case,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Black Pus,
Supertramp,
Basic Channel,
Lightning Bolt,
The Fire Engines,
The Sonics,
Sarah Menescal,
The Cure,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Johnny Clarke,
The Techniques,
Groovy Waters,
Jacob Miller,
June Days,
Radio Birdman,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Red Krayola,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Jerry's Kids,
Roger Hodgson,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Agent Orange,
The Index,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Scrapy,
Gil Scott Heron,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Fat Boys,
The Pop Group,
Radiohead,
Bang On A Can,
Pagans,
D'Angelo,
The Kinks,
Mark Hollis,
Livin' Joy,
Youth Brigade,
Niagra,
The Moody Blues,
Scan 7,
The Human League,
Ludus,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Cymande,
Scion,
Jacques Brel,
The Gap Band,
Barrington Levy,
Agitation Free,
Mr. Review,
Janne Schatter,
Rotary Connection,
Lakeside,
The Durutti Column,
Eden Ahbez,
The Happenings,
The Offenders,
X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex.
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.