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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Toronto.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Jacques Brel to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Andrew Hill. All the underground hits.
All The Barracudas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slackers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stockholm Monsters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum 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?
Spandau Ballet,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Q and Not U,
Derrick May,
Joy Division,
Porter Ricks,
Cheater Slicks,
Spoonie Gee,
Jeff Lynne,
Severed Heads,
Essential Logic,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Barclay James Harvest,
Mark Hollis,
Connie Case,
Tres Demented,
Scott Walker,
UT,
Letta Mbulu,
Radio Birdman,
Henry Cow,
The Dead C,
Mars,
Sällskapet,
Marshall Jefferson,
Shuggie Otis,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sun City Girls,
K-Klass,
X-102,
Lyres,
Joensuu 1685,
Underground Resistance,
a-ha,
Deadbeat,
Junior Murvin,
Jeru the Damaja,
Judy Mowatt,
Radiopuhelimet,
Second Layer,
The Wake,
Neil Young,
Pantytec,
The Sound,
the Human League,
A Certain Ratio,
Prince Buster,
Grey Daturas,
New Order,
Nik Kershaw,
Gregory Isaacs,
Joe Smooth,
Danielle Patucci,
Eli Mardock,
Tom Boy,
Young Marble Giants,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk.
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.