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 Bahamas and from Lille.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 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 Pretty Things to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Cecil Taylor. All the underground hits.
All Judy Mowatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scan 7 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Von Mondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
China Crisis,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bad Manners,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
T. Rex,
Danielle Patucci,
The Moody Blues,
Gerry Rafferty,
Boz Scaggs,
The Raincoats,
Fluxion,
a-ha,
The Red Krayola,
Skarface,
Underground Resistance,
Lightning Bolt,
D'Angelo,
Yaz,
Icehouse,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lindisfarne,
Moebius,
The Monks,
Bauhaus,
Tomorrow,
Electric Prunes,
Yellowson,
Pylon,
The Fall,
Faraquet,
Freddie Wadling,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sex Pistols,
The Trojans,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bang On A Can,
The Toasters,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Deakin,
June Days,
World's Most,
U.S. Maple,
Peter & Gordon,
The Alarm Clocks,
Stockholm Monsters,
Clear Light,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Move,
Byron Stingily,
Inner City,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Sisters of Mercy,
This Heat,
10cc,
Fugazi,
Dennis Brown,
Visage,
Ultravox,
kango's stein massive,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Massinfluence,
Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX.
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.