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 Belgium and from Edmonton.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 marimba 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson 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 Lindisfarne. All the underground hits.
All Josef K tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cabaret Voltaire 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Grass Roots record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crooked Eye,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Robert Görl,
MDC,
The Fuzztones,
Judy Mowatt,
ABBA,
These Immortal Souls,
The Sound,
Roger Hodgson,
A Certain Ratio,
Y Pants,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lucky Dragons,
Simply Red,
Harry Pussy,
Arthur Verocai,
Index,
Qualms,
The Modern Lovers,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sun City Girls,
Massinfluence,
K-Klass,
Laurel Aitken,
Bootsy Collins,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Alison Limerick,
Yusef Lateef,
John Foxx,
Section 25,
Con Funk Shun,
Pere Ubu,
The Red Krayola,
The Count Five,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Thompson Twins,
Mandrill,
Public Enemy,
Donald Byrd,
The American Breed,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Unrelated Segments,
Saccharine Trust,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Mummies,
Outsiders,
Kerrie Biddell,
Jawbox,
The Durutti Column,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Godley & Creme,
Deakin,
Mo-Dettes,
The Star Department,
Roxette,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Alice Coltrane,
Trumans Water,
Junior Murvin,
Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett.
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.