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 Dominica 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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Ultravox to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Depeche Mode tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alphaville record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Icehouse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Popol Vuh,
B.T. Express,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Scion,
Arthur Verocai,
Black Pus,
Pole,
The Litter,
The Gap Band,
Half Japanese,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ultimate Spinach,
Mars,
The Zeros,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Dark Day,
The Smoke,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Joy Division,
Duran Duran,
Peter and Kerry,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Crime,
Lakeside,
Jeru the Damaja,
Talk Talk,
The Wake,
Quantec,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Cluster,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sun Ra,
Al Stewart,
Index,
The Invisible,
D'Angelo,
Motorama,
Severed Heads,
Kas Product,
Yazoo,
48th St. Collective,
DJ Style,
Throbbing Gristle,
Eric B and Rakim,
Interpol,
The Last Poets,
The Kinks,
The Moleskins,
Terry Callier,
Circle Jerks,
Bootsy Collins,
Warsaw,
The Gories,
Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators.
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.