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 Dominican Republic and from Tehran.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Livin' Joy to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The New Christs. All the underground hits.
All Nico tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blake Baxter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Steve Hackett record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brick,
The Gories,
Pulsallama,
Yazoo,
Gang Starr,
Scrapy,
Gil Scott Heron,
Young Marble Giants,
UT,
Freddie Wadling,
Wally Richardson,
Piero Umiliani,
Popol Vuh,
The Shadows of Knight,
Traffic Nightmare,
Quando Quango,
Barrington Levy,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The American Breed,
The Skatalites,
Von Mondo,
Nirvana,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Modern Lovers,
Stetsasonic,
Nico,
Monolake,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Terrestrial Tones,
8 Eyed Spy,
Visage,
Pharoah Sanders,
The J.B.'s,
Dead Boys,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Q and Not U,
Marvin Gaye,
Black Sheep,
Massinfluence,
Slave,
Porter Ricks,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Slick Rick,
Sixth Finger,
EPMD,
Moss Icon,
Dark Day,
The Mojo Men,
Youth Brigade,
Eric Dolphy,
Unrelated Segments,
Basic Channel,
Groovy Waters,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Loose Ends,
Gabor Szabo,
kango's stein massive,
Surgeon,
One Last Wish,
Agitation Free,
Scientists,
Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant.
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.