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 Austria and from Winnipeg.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Beijing.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Tres Demented to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Lou Reed. All the underground hits.
All Albert Ayler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxy Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter and Kerry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unrelated Segments,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Flash Fearless,
Kenny Larkin,
Faust,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Slackers,
Ultra Naté,
The Residents,
The Fuzztones,
Amazonics,
Circle Jerks,
Rufus Thomas,
Adolescents,
Howard Jones,
In Retrospect,
John Coltrane,
The Invisible,
Electric Prunes,
Danielle Patucci,
The Fugs,
Roxette,
Oblivians,
Unwound,
Trumans Water,
Chrome,
Bang On A Can,
Nirvana,
Bobby Sherman,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
This Heat,
Minutemen,
Amon Düül,
Altered Images,
The Happenings,
Rosa Yemen,
Scrapy,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Half Japanese,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sister Nancy,
The Alarm Clocks,
Pussy Galore,
Toni Rubio,
The Zeros,
Basic Channel,
Sarah Menescal,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Reagan Youth,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Vladislav Delay,
The Grass Roots,
Fatback Band,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Dawn Penn,
Donald Byrd,
Erykah Badu,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Television Personalities,
Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin.
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.