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 New Zealand and from Edmonton.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Tokyo.
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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Electric Light Orchestra to the grime 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 Moleskins. All the underground hits.
All Bob Dylan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Last Poets record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glambeats Corp. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Surgeon,
Lightning Bolt,
The Monks,
Wire,
Lakeside,
Royal Trux,
Average White Band,
X-101,
Sixth Finger,
The Invisible,
Throbbing Gristle,
Grey Daturas,
Davy DMX,
Sex Pistols,
Little Man,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Fortunes,
Aural Exciters,
Interpol,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Dead C,
The American Breed,
Iggy Pop,
Ohio Players,
The Walker Brothers,
The Red Krayola,
Ten City,
Section 25,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Absolute Body Control,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Associates,
Brothers Johnson,
Sällskapet,
Barclay James Harvest,
Fluxion,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Joey Negro,
Matthew Halsall,
OOIOO,
Metal Thangz,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Joe Finger,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Public Enemy,
Arab on Radar,
Panda Bear,
Flipper,
Depeche Mode,
Pharoah Sanders,
E-Dancer,
Blake Baxter,
Fat Boys,
Michelle Simonal,
Eli Mardock,
Ponytail,
Scion,
Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers.
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.