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 Slovenia and from Cairo.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 mellotron 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 Angels of Light to the rock 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 Metal Thangz. All the underground hits.
All Mo-Dettes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moss Icon 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sixth Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tres Demented,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Index,
Altered Images,
Godley & Creme,
Tubeway Army,
Radio Birdman,
Ice-T,
Josef K,
Toni Rubio,
The Beau Brummels,
Ohio Players,
Jandek,
Barrington Levy,
Suburban Knight,
Babytalk,
The Offenders,
The Electric Prunes,
T.S.O.L.,
Desert Stars,
Quadrant,
DJ Style,
Scion,
Mantronix,
The Durutti Column,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
CMW,
Fluxion,
Y Pants,
Absolute Body Control,
Junior Murvin,
Scott Walker,
Delon & Dalcan,
Neil Young,
Procol Harum,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Nick Fraelich,
Eric Copeland,
Theoretical Girls,
Bluetip,
Bill Near,
Dave Gahan,
Angry Samoans,
Spoonie Gee,
The Techniques,
Mo-Dettes,
The Young Rascals,
The Walker Brothers,
Roxette,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Pussy Galore,
Sugar Minott,
This Heat,
Siglo XX,
Tomorrow,
New York Dolls,
Arcadia,
Chris Corsano,
The Doobie Brothers,
The American Breed,
Crooked Eye,
Liliput,
Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX.
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.