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 Manchester.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Tubeway Army to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Barbara Tucker. All the underground hits.
All Absolute Body Control tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun City Girls 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Strawberry Alarm Clock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Section 25,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
New York Dolls,
The Smiths,
Bobby Sherman,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Y Pants,
Eli Mardock,
Intrusion,
Leonard Cohen,
Blossom Toes,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Black Dice,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Selecter,
Marc Almond,
Tomorrow,
The Dead C,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Todd Rundgren,
Oblivians,
Yazoo,
cv313,
Terry Callier,
Steve Hackett,
The Young Rascals,
Q and Not U,
Cymande,
Talk Talk,
Roxy Music,
Glenn Branca,
Chrome,
James White and The Blacks,
Brick,
Minutemen,
ABC,
Stereo Dub,
Joyce Sims,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Aural Exciters,
The Names,
Nik Kershaw,
Nico,
Cameo,
the Bar-Kays,
The Mojo Men,
Alice Coltrane,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Seeds,
Rufus Thomas,
Basic Channel,
Peter & Gordon,
Swans,
Yellowson,
Nas,
Pole,
Anthony Braxton,
The Raincoats,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Pharoah Sanders,
Faraquet,
Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon.
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.