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 Italy and from Columbus.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Joensuu 1685 to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Audionom. All the underground hits.
All John Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every LL Cool J record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Remains record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jandek,
K-Klass,
Clear Light,
Bauhaus,
The Young Rascals,
Grey Daturas,
Althea and Donna,
The Music Machine,
Mark Hollis,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Todd Terry,
China Crisis,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
In Retrospect,
Maleditus Sound,
Nico,
Talk Talk,
The Residents,
Television,
Roxette,
John Holt,
Average White Band,
kango's stein massive,
The Barracudas,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
OOIOO,
Gregory Isaacs,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Eve St. Jones,
Eddi Front,
Freddie Wadling,
the Swans,
Heaven 17,
Max Romeo,
Soul II Soul,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Fuzztones,
Hasil Adkins,
Bootsy Collins,
Zapp,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Adolescents,
Gerry Rafferty,
DJ Style,
Circle Jerks,
48th St. Collective,
Au Pairs,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Erasure,
World's Most,
Chrome,
Pole,
Hoover,
Cybotron,
The Smoke,
Amon Düül II,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Banda Bassotti,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Echospace,
The Index,
Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians.
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.