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 Marshall Islands and from Winnipeg.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lagos.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Terrestrial Tones to the rock 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 Darondo. All the underground hits.
All Hot Snakes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Negative Approach 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 marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sexual Harrassment record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer 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?
Visage,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Eli Mardock,
Japan,
U.S. Maple,
The Sonics,
Siglo XX,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Derrick May,
Man Parrish,
Wolf Eyes,
Maurizio,
Gang Starr,
The Fuzztones,
New York Dolls,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Cymande,
Rotary Connection,
The Fall,
Television,
Soft Machine,
Nas,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Reagan Youth,
Essential Logic,
David Axelrod,
Peter and Kerry,
The Litter,
Negative Approach,
Livin' Joy,
Sonic Youth,
8 Eyed Spy,
Saccharine Trust,
Faraquet,
Hasil Adkins,
Altered Images,
Tim Buckley,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Offenders,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Grass Roots,
The Monochrome Set,
Liliput,
Drexciya,
Angry Samoans,
Drive Like Jehu,
Delon & Dalcan,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Kurtis Blow,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Associates,
The Leaves,
Dave Gahan,
The Modern Lovers,
Scrapy,
Toni Rubio,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lakeside,
Jeff Lynne,
Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth.
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.