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 Bahrain and from Stockholm.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 arpeggiator 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 World's Most to the jazz 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 Warsaw. All the underground hits.
All Nik Kershaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sällskapet 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a World's Most record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aloha Tigers,
Agitation Free,
Inner City,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Surgeon,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Anthony Braxton,
Ponytail,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Slick Rick,
Banda Bassotti,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Seeds,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Smoke,
Maleditus Sound,
Ossler,
Model 500,
Cybotron,
The Litter,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
This Heat,
X-102,
The J.B.'s,
Aaron Thompson,
James White and The Blacks,
Matthew Halsall,
Metal Thangz,
F. McDonald,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Public Enemy,
EPMD,
Flamin' Groovies,
Delon & Dalcan,
Slave,
Cal Tjader,
Jacob Miller,
Youth Brigade,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lakeside,
Mr. Review,
The Walker Brothers,
Alice Coltrane,
Negative Approach,
The Golliwogs,
Heaven 17,
Ultravox,
Lou Reed,
The Electric Prunes,
Ludus,
Groovy Waters,
DJ Sneak,
Quantec,
The Neon Judgement,
D'Angelo,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Cure,
Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin.
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.