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 Kazakhstan and from Portland.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 mellotron 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 Eric Copeland to the rap 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 Surgeon. All the underground hits.
All Moebius tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cameo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Dolphy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Index,
Flipper,
the Human League,
Marc Almond,
The Divine Comedy,
Rhythm & Sound,
Mad Mike,
Delon & Dalcan,
EPMD,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lungfish,
Jandek,
Nik Kershaw,
The Associates,
Little Man,
a-ha,
Joyce Sims,
Fear,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gabor Szabo,
Lou Reed,
Television Personalities,
Tim Buckley,
Ultimate Spinach,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Chrome,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Panda Bear,
the Germs,
Pussy Galore,
Davy DMX,
Blake Baxter,
The Litter,
Glenn Branca,
Roxette,
Pantaleimon,
Pantytec,
H. Thieme,
Judy Mowatt,
The Slackers,
Japan,
Liliput,
Faraquet,
Brand Nubian,
Nirvana,
Cheater Slicks,
Arcadia,
Simply Red,
The Moleskins,
Bootsy Collins,
Anakelly,
Babytalk,
Moss Icon,
Radiopuhelimet,
Harmonia,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Dirtbombs,
The Raincoats,
Black Flag,
Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants.
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.