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 Ireland and from Bologna.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Lucky Dragons to the funk 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 Slackers. All the underground hits.
All E-Dancer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ten City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Stooges record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agitation Free,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Cheater Slicks,
Television Personalities,
Model 500,
Inner City,
Brothers Johnson,
The Alarm Clocks,
Blake Baxter,
These Immortal Souls,
Kayak,
Loose Ends,
The Monochrome Set,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Dennis Brown,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Camberwell Now,
Gichy Dan,
a-ha,
Sparks,
The Grass Roots,
Lebanon Hanover,
Talk Talk,
Circle Jerks,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Barracudas,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Velvet Underground,
Charles Mingus,
Buzzcocks,
Prince Buster,
Barbara Tucker,
Aloha Tigers,
Desert Stars,
Schoolly D,
the Human League,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ultravox,
Mary Jane Girls,
Tom Boy,
Junior Murvin,
Vladislav Delay,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Jeru the Damaja,
Drexciya,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Morten Harket,
Siglo XX,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Terrestrial Tones,
Tres Demented,
Freddie Wadling,
Unwound,
Erykah Badu,
Bad Manners,
Organ,
Faraquet,
Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman.
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.