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 Accra.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Portland.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 The Fugs to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Warren Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Section 25 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June of 44 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 marimba and a linndrum 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 theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aloha Tigers,
Tubeway Army,
Warsaw,
Albert Ayler,
Vainqueur,
Flipper,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ultimate Spinach,
Scrapy,
Mary Jane Girls,
Negative Approach,
Swans,
Livin' Joy,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Alarm Clocks,
Goldenarms,
Nick Fraelich,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Stiv Bators,
Arthur Verocai,
Johnny Clarke,
John Coltrane,
The Saints,
Crooked Eye,
Simply Red,
Drive Like Jehu,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Freddie Wadling,
Black Bananas,
Ornette Coleman,
Basic Channel,
Camouflage,
Bush Tetras,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Deakin,
The Searchers,
Q and Not U,
Chrome,
Monolake,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Jeff Lynne,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sun City Girls,
Cameo,
Idris Muhammad,
Moebius,
Suburban Knight,
Metal Thangz,
The Last Poets,
The Five Americans,
Jawbox,
Scratch Acid,
Royal Trux,
Silicon Teens,
Soul Sonic Force,
the Normal,
John Lydon,
Aural Exciters,
Joe Smooth,
The Sound,
L. Decosne,
Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep.
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.