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 Iceland and from Accra.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Copenhagen.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the theremin 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 Barry Ungar to the crunk 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog. All the underground hits.
All Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barrington Levy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 Brothers Johnson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agitation Free,
Roger Hodgson,
Ossler,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sparks,
Flamin' Groovies,
This Heat,
ABC,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Interpol,
The Fortunes,
Harmonia,
The Pop Group,
Maurizio,
Kerri Chandler,
Erasure,
Wings,
The Dirtbombs,
Metal Thangz,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Cal Tjader,
Barclay James Harvest,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Y Pants,
Yaz,
Circle Jerks,
Kenny Larkin,
Patti Smith,
Mark Hollis,
Spoonie Gee,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Eli Mardock,
The Detroit Cobras,
Boogie Down Productions,
Todd Rundgren,
Quantec,
Loose Ends,
Neu!,
Nas,
Absolute Body Control,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
D'Angelo,
U.S. Maple,
Radio Birdman,
The Dave Clark Five,
Pantytec,
Arthur Verocai,
Joy Division,
Robert Hood,
Newcleus,
Alison Limerick,
Alphaville,
Heaven 17,
Sun Ra,
Deadbeat,
Minutemen,
Monks,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Howard Jones,
Marine Girls,
Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller.
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.