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 India and from Woodstock.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))) to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Royal Trux. All the underground hits.
All Danielle Patucci tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick May record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Negative Approach,
Harpers Bizarre,
E-Dancer,
The Evens,
The Seeds,
The Birthday Party,
Funkadelic,
Scott Walker,
Joensuu 1685,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ultimate Spinach,
Suicide,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Grandmaster Flash,
Drive Like Jehu,
Beasts of Bourbon,
the Fania All-Stars,
Soul Sonic Force,
Todd Rundgren,
Jacques Brel,
Morten Harket,
Alice Coltrane,
The Searchers,
Althea and Donna,
Lalo Schifrin,
Prince Buster,
Juan Atkins,
Warren Ellis,
Q65,
The Electric Prunes,
Sandy B,
Oneida,
A Certain Ratio,
Mantronix,
Drexciya,
Ronnie Foster,
Scratch Acid,
The Knickerbockers,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Blackbyrds,
R.M.O.,
Bootsy Collins,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Pagans,
Sarah Menescal,
Guru Guru,
The Mojo Men,
John Foxx,
The Sonics,
Vladislav Delay,
cv313,
Minnie Riperton,
The Motions,
Black Pus,
China Crisis,
Flash Fearless,
LL Cool J,
Harry Pussy,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood.
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.