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 United Kingdom 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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Saints to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Lou Christie. All the underground hits.
All Rod Modell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Young Rascals record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Main Source record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Dark Day,
Sun City Girls,
Crispy Ambulance,
Accadde A,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The New Christs,
Index,
Gong,
Y Pants,
Stetsasonic,
Moss Icon,
Nico,
Iggy Pop,
These Immortal Souls,
Dennis Brown,
Carl Craig,
Peter & Gordon,
Little Man,
The Motions,
The Fuzztones,
Negative Approach,
Tommy Roe,
Sonic Youth,
Rapeman,
Kaleidoscope,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Buzzcocks,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Aural Exciters,
B.T. Express,
Radio Birdman,
the Sonics,
The Red Krayola,
The Victims,
Essential Logic,
Lalann,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Soul II Soul,
Warren Ellis,
Rekid,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Blancmange,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Stooges,
Lou Christie,
Marine Girls,
U.S. Maple,
The Moody Blues,
Stiv Bators,
Quantec,
Lungfish,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ohio Players,
The Angels of Light,
Rotary Connection,
Althea and Donna,
Kerrie Biddell,
Clear Light,
The Monochrome Set,
Smog, Smog, Smog, Smog.
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.