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 Guinea and from Houston.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Eli Mardock to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 R.M.O.. All the underground hits.
All Sight & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unrelated Segments record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pylon,
Spandau Ballet,
Stetsasonic,
L. Decosne,
Grauzone,
John Foxx,
8 Eyed Spy,
X-102,
Wings,
48th St. Collective,
Stiv Bators,
The Martian,
Tomorrow,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Brass Construction,
The Slits,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Gories,
Dawn Penn,
Average White Band,
The Blues Magoos,
The Birthday Party,
Electric Prunes,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Avey Tare,
Cheater Slicks,
Index,
Slick Rick,
Motorama,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
John Lydon,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Maurizio,
The Offenders,
Soul Sonic Force,
Monks,
Tubeway Army,
Loose Ends,
The Divine Comedy,
Black Flag,
Marvin Gaye,
Godley & Creme,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Slave,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Searchers,
Urselle,
Graham Central Station,
Lebanon Hanover,
Boredoms,
CMW,
The Alarm Clocks,
Minnie Riperton,
Pussy Galore,
Cymande,
Man Eating Sloth,
Throbbing Gristle,
LL Cool J,
The Fortunes,
Scion,
Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario.
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.