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 France and from Tehran.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Crash Course in Science to the rock 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 Silicon Teens. All the underground hits.
All Boogie Down Productions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slits 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Byron Stingily record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ralphi Rosario,
The Birthday Party,
Youth Brigade,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sandy B,
The Evens,
Erykah Badu,
Tomorrow,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Franke,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Minny Pops,
Robert Hood,
Thompson Twins,
Soulsonic Force,
Buzzcocks,
Flamin' Groovies,
Janne Schatter,
The Knickerbockers,
The Trojans,
Gerry Rafferty,
Derrick Morgan,
Iggy Pop,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Smiths,
Cluster,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Television Personalities,
Oneida,
Subhumans,
The Gladiators,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Stereo Dub,
Ultravox,
Lightning Bolt,
The Black Dice,
Roy Ayers,
Eric Copeland,
the Germs,
The Moleskins,
Supertramp,
MC5,
Livin' Joy,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Section 25,
Erasure,
Essential Logic,
Deakin,
Kayak,
Marmalade,
Rufus Thomas,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Isaac Hayes,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Gun Club,
Half Japanese,
China Crisis,
FM Einheit,
Black Sheep,
Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan.
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.