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 New Zealand and from Lagos.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Gories 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 John Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All James Chance & The Contortions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Neon Judgement record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barclay James Harvest record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moby Grape,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Chris Corsano,
The Trojans,
Anthony Braxton,
Arcadia,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bob Dylan,
Massinfluence,
Dual Sessions,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Maurizio,
The Divine Comedy,
Marine Girls,
One Last Wish,
Scion,
Television Personalities,
Eric Copeland,
Erasure,
Yaz,
Janne Schatter,
Soulsonic Force,
The Litter,
Procol Harum,
The Shadows of Knight,
Blake Baxter,
Make Up,
The Fuzztones,
Skarface,
The Wake,
Mandrill,
The Leaves,
Average White Band,
R.M.O.,
Jeff Lynne,
Aural Exciters,
Man Eating Sloth,
Inner City,
Traffic Nightmare,
Slave,
Eden Ahbez,
This Heat,
June of 44,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sparks,
Section 25,
Bobby Byrd,
The Gories,
The Velvet Underground,
Todd Rundgren,
Oneida,
Nation of Ulysses,
Von Mondo,
Monks,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Mr. Review,
D'Angelo,
Crash Course in Science,
Schoolly D,
the Human League, the Human League, the Human League, the Human League.
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.