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 Kiribati 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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Invisible to the grunge 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 The Angels of Light. All the underground hits.
All Crash Course in Science tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Real Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Al Stewart record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Smog,
Lyres,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gabor Szabo,
Jeff Mills,
Kenny Larkin,
Buzzcocks,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Raincoats,
Gichy Dan,
Brass Construction,
The Real Kids,
Ornette Coleman,
Arab on Radar,
Newcleus,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Black Sheep,
Ten City,
Ohio Players,
Barclay James Harvest,
Minutemen,
Severed Heads,
Simply Red,
Schoolly D,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Erasure,
Gang Green,
The Saints,
Sarah Menescal,
The Detroit Cobras,
Surgeon,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Sound,
Jerry's Kids,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Five Americans,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bang On A Can,
Livin' Joy,
Faraquet,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
H. Thieme,
Davy DMX,
Stiv Bators,
Stereo Dub,
Parry Music,
KRS-One,
Sugar Minott,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Last Poets,
Derrick May,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Quantec,
Kurtis Blow,
Cybotron,
Robert Görl,
Ultra Naté,
Babytalk,
The Monochrome Set,
Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic.
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.