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 Mozambique and from Stockholm.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Martian to the crunk 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 Sound Behaviour. All the underground hits.
All Crispian St. Peters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joyce Sims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alison Limerick 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?
Monolake,
Silicon Teens,
Peter & Gordon,
Chris & Cosey,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Barbara Tucker,
PIL,
The Toasters,
T.S.O.L.,
Agitation Free,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Star Department,
Mo-Dettes,
Albert Ayler,
Spandau Ballet,
Matthew Halsall,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ralphi Rosario,
Loose Ends,
Warren Ellis,
Q and Not U,
The Index,
Skriet,
Boz Scaggs,
Television Personalities,
T. Rex,
Lebanon Hanover,
A Certain Ratio,
Camouflage,
Jesper Dahlback,
Rod Modell,
Lee Hazlewood,
Kerri Chandler,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Simply Red,
Siglo XX,
Wally Richardson,
Lyres,
Darondo,
The Beau Brummels,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Eve St. Jones,
Alice Coltrane,
Tubeway Army,
the Slits,
Mad Mike,
the Germs,
Amon Düül II,
The Mojo Men,
The Shadows of Knight,
Deepchord,
Grey Daturas,
Livin' Joy,
Young Marble Giants,
Pole,
Circle Jerks,
Metal Thangz,
Barrington Levy,
Johnny Clarke,
Scrapy,
The Invisible,
E-Dancer,
The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators.
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.