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 San Marino and from Delhi.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 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 Jerry's Kids 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 The Flesh Eaters. All the underground hits.
All Toni Rubio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Wells record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camouflage,
a-ha,
Darondo,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bang On A Can,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The American Breed,
Loose Ends,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Eric Copeland,
The Fortunes,
Sonic Youth,
John Holt,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Smiths,
Roxette,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Peter and Kerry,
Kas Product,
JFA,
Ronnie Foster,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Aswad,
Sex Pistols,
La Düsseldorf,
Minnie Riperton,
Michelle Simonal,
China Crisis,
Aaron Thompson,
Johnny Clarke,
Sexual Harrassment,
B.T. Express,
Davy DMX,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Residents,
Rod Modell,
L. Decosne,
Pole,
Basic Channel,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Surgeon,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Mantronix,
Cabaret Voltaire,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Vogues,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Hoover,
Schoolly D,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Cecil Taylor,
Agitation Free,
Quadrant,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Brand Nubian,
Tom Boy,
Absolute Body Control,
The Music Machine,
Icehouse,
Tears for Fears,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48.
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.