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 Taiwan and from Paris.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Dawn Penn to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Man Eating Sloth. All the underground hits.
All R.M.O. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter and Kerry 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Young Rascals record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Hood,
the Germs,
Erasure,
Ice-T,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Scientists,
Quando Quango,
the Normal,
Suicide,
Zero Boys,
Spoonie Gee,
Crooked Eye,
Icehouse,
Flamin' Groovies,
Franke,
Aaron Thompson,
The Misunderstood,
Maurizio,
Parry Music,
Masters at Work,
The Gories,
Isaac Hayes,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Electric Prunes,
Bang On A Can,
Lungfish,
Warren Ellis,
New York Dolls,
Country Teasers,
The Martian,
Rosa Yemen,
Howard Jones,
The Grass Roots,
The Remains,
Tomorrow,
Black Flag,
FM Einheit,
Pere Ubu,
Funkadelic,
Joe Smooth,
The Alarm Clocks,
Kurtis Blow,
F. McDonald,
Desert Stars,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Techniques,
The Blackbyrds,
The Angels of Light,
the Bar-Kays,
Bobby Byrd,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gabor Szabo,
Television,
Audionom,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Chris Corsano,
Buzzcocks,
Nick Fraelich,
Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro.
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.