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 Japan and from Stockholm.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 marimba 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 Electric Light Orchestra to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Ajijia Myrayebe. All the underground hits.
All Lightning Bolt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Image Ltd. 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kenny Larkin,
Au Pairs,
Dorothy Ashby,
Rites of Spring,
kango's stein massive,
Buzzcocks,
Bluetip,
The Dave Clark Five,
Scott Walker,
Minny Pops,
Rotary Connection,
Blake Baxter,
Mad Mike,
Eli Mardock,
LL Cool J,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Urselle,
Rekid,
The Raincoats,
Pussy Galore,
The Mojo Men,
Minor Threat,
The Walker Brothers,
Susan Cadogan,
PIL,
The Leaves,
AZ,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Al Stewart,
Boredoms,
Godley & Creme,
Blancmange,
Livin' Joy,
The Modern Lovers,
Blossom Toes,
Soft Cell,
Warren Ellis,
Monolake,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Q and Not U,
Josef K,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Funkadelic,
Little Man,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Joyce Sims,
R.M.O.,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Toasters,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ultravox,
The Sonics,
Steve Hackett,
Prince Buster,
the Association,
Duran Duran,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gong, Gong, Gong, Gong.
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.