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 Lithuania and from Woodstock.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 John Lydon to the jazz 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 the Normal. All the underground hits.
All Sparks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anakelly 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Groovy Waters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ohio Players,
Judy Mowatt,
Public Image Ltd.,
Camouflage,
Essential Logic,
Blancmange,
The Gladiators,
Joensuu 1685,
Bobby Byrd,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Slackers,
Curtis Mayfield,
Index,
Swans,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lee Hazlewood,
Altered Images,
Arthur Verocai,
Donny Hathaway,
Ultra Naté,
Peter & Gordon,
Byron Stingily,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Mad Mike,
Dorothy Ashby,
Michelle Simonal,
Stetsasonic,
Agitation Free,
Metal Thangz,
John Cale,
Ice-T,
Eric B and Rakim,
Y Pants,
The Moody Blues,
Crash Course in Science,
Zapp,
the Human League,
FM Einheit,
Minutemen,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Schoolly D,
The Litter,
Jawbox,
Lou Reed,
Easy Going,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Black Sheep,
Lou Christie,
The Associates,
Saccharine Trust,
Joey Negro,
DJ Style,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Crime,
Liliput,
Con Funk Shun,
Blake Baxter,
Nirvana,
Qualms,
Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes.
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.