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 Kyrgyzstan and from Lyon.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Nick Fraelich to the grime 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 Letta Mbulu. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Main Source record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funkadelic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Reuben Wilson,
the Germs,
Jerry's Kids,
Depeche Mode,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Junior Murvin,
Howard Jones,
Lucky Dragons,
Peter & Gordon,
Minnie Riperton,
June Days,
Gabor Szabo,
Lou Christie,
Piero Umiliani,
Josef K,
Deepchord,
Tears for Fears,
Arab on Radar,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
AZ,
Tomorrow,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Donald Byrd,
Michelle Simonal,
Blossom Toes,
Slave,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Duran Duran,
FM Einheit,
Quando Quango,
Flash Fearless,
Whodini,
Eric B and Rakim,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Crooked Eye,
The Music Machine,
The Count Five,
Donny Hathaway,
Joy Division,
Avey Tare,
Severed Heads,
Angry Samoans,
Mr. Review,
Gang Gang Dance,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Dead C,
Model 500,
Pagans,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Red Krayola,
Bang On A Can,
The Saints,
The Gun Club,
ABC,
Sällskapet,
X-Ray Spex,
Alphaville,
Circle Jerks,
Ultravox,
June of 44,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu.
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.