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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 oboe 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 Public Enemy to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Gichy Dan. All the underground hits.
All Organ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Red Krayola 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cybotron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Adolescents,
Danielle Patucci,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Circle Jerks,
Brick,
Livin' Joy,
Symarip,
Lightning Bolt,
Althea and Donna,
Jeff Lynne,
Outsiders,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
10cc,
Glambeats Corp.,
Eddi Front,
The Birthday Party,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ralphi Rosario,
Brass Construction,
Judy Mowatt,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ultravox,
Soft Cell,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Simply Red,
Radio Birdman,
DNA,
Alison Limerick,
Duran Duran,
Electric Prunes,
Young Marble Giants,
John Holt,
Junior Murvin,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Barracudas,
The Knickerbockers,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Litter,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Misunderstood,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Trojans,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Music Machine,
Bad Manners,
Mandrill,
Rotary Connection,
Crooked Eye,
Soul II Soul,
Kevin Saunderson,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Alphaville,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Smiths,
Lower 48,
Leonard Cohen,
Quando Quango,
Hot Snakes,
David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod.
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.