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 Monaco and from Salvador.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 guitar 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 Lou Christie to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Flesh Eaters. All the underground hits.
All The Monochrome Set tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kango’s Stein Massive 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gerry Rafferty record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tommy Roe,
Pylon,
Chris Corsano,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Durutti Column,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Reuben Wilson,
Eurythmics,
The Sonics,
Max Romeo,
MDC,
L. Decosne,
Roxy Music,
Electric Prunes,
Scratch Acid,
The Sound,
Lakeside,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lucky Dragons,
Sound Behaviour,
Basic Channel,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Pet Shop Boys,
Oblivians,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Stooges,
the Bar-Kays,
R.M.O.,
Tres Demented,
Cybotron,
Magazine,
Los Fastidios,
Radio Birdman,
Man Parrish,
Aural Exciters,
These Immortal Souls,
The Neon Judgement,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
David Bowie,
Joyce Sims,
The Last Poets,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Stiv Bators,
The Seeds,
Sonny Sharrock,
Public Enemy,
Erasure,
Can,
Jesper Dahlback,
LL Cool J,
Eddi Front,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Gap Band,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Kaleidoscope,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
New Age Steppers,
The Residents,
Cymande,
Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light.
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.