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 Mauritania and from Copenhagen.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 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 Harry Pussy to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Rhythm & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Donny Hathaway tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brothers Johnson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Model 500 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rotary Connection,
Joyce Sims,
Patti Smith,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bluetip,
Matthew Halsall,
Roxy Music,
Aural Exciters,
The Pop Group,
The Stooges,
PIL,
Grandmaster Flash,
Goldenarms,
Severed Heads,
Albert Ayler,
Drive Like Jehu,
Yusef Lateef,
The Shadows of Knight,
Hashim,
MC5,
Roxette,
Mantronix,
Adolescents,
The Knickerbockers,
Massinfluence,
Sound Behaviour,
Tubeway Army,
Sonic Youth,
Dave Gahan,
Icehouse,
Bobby Byrd,
Supertramp,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ultravox,
Country Teasers,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
DJ Sneak,
Basic Channel,
ABC,
The Litter,
Desert Stars,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Moby Grape,
Todd Terry,
The Cramps,
Heaven 17,
The Young Rascals,
Urselle,
Black Pus,
Gabor Szabo,
Frankie Knuckles,
Pharoah Sanders,
Howard Jones,
The Tremeloes,
Talk Talk,
Scratch Acid,
Slick Rick,
Animal Collective,
Lee Hazlewood,
Vainqueur,
Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment.
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.