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 Uruguay and from Columbus.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Trash.
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 Joyce Sims. All the underground hits.
All Average White Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aswad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Red Krayola record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kurtis Blow,
Althea and Donna,
Marvin Gaye,
Jeff Mills,
Oblivians,
Ronan,
Sound Behaviour,
Little Man,
Grandmaster Flash,
Terrestrial Tones,
Von Mondo,
Dawn Penn,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
48th St. Collective,
The Slits,
Girls At Our Best!,
Fugazi,
F. McDonald,
Heaven 17,
Piero Umiliani,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
June Days,
the Swans,
The Detroit Cobras,
The United States of America,
Talk Talk,
The Sonics,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Joe Smooth,
La Düsseldorf,
The Saints,
The Moody Blues,
Easy Going,
Boz Scaggs,
a-ha,
Y Pants,
The Kinks,
The Music Machine,
Supertramp,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Iggy Pop,
Dennis Brown,
John Foxx,
The Star Department,
The Skatalites,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Adolescents,
Qualms,
Thompson Twins,
Donny Hathaway,
Fluxion,
Bobby Byrd,
Michelle Simonal,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Hashim,
Steve Hackett,
Moby Grape,
Fatback Band,
Joey Negro,
Rotary Connection,
Pussy Galore,
Black Bananas,
Pierre Henry,
Sonny Sharrock,
Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse.
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.