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 Costa Rica and from London.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Organ to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Blossom Toes. All the underground hits.
All Pantytec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Darondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Silicon Teens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
David McCallum,
Faust,
Wally Richardson,
Avey Tare,
Minor Threat,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Tim Buckley,
Pylon,
Negative Approach,
Joe Smooth,
Harmonia,
Barbara Tucker,
The Red Krayola,
Interpol,
Porter Ricks,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Roxy Music,
Gang Starr,
Neil Young,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Magma,
The Stooges,
The Pop Group,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Kinks,
Jacob Miller,
Spoonie Gee,
The Fugs,
The Busters,
Saccharine Trust,
Soft Machine,
Gichy Dan,
Aswad,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Dawn Penn,
Amon Düül II,
The United States of America,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bobby Byrd,
Suburban Knight,
Cameo,
Pussy Galore,
The Dave Clark Five,
Marmalade,
Bobby Womack,
The Wake,
Can,
The Monochrome Set,
Mark Hollis,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
David Bowie,
Scientists,
Marvin Gaye,
Fugazi,
Crooked Eye,
Lower 48,
Charles Mingus,
The Moleskins,
The Young Rascals,
The Knickerbockers,
Roxette, Roxette, Roxette, Roxette.
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.