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 Kosovo and from Copenhagen.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Saccharine Trust to the punk 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 The Offenders. All the underground hits.
All Chris Corsano tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kayak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The United States of America record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faust,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Joy Division,
Camberwell Now,
The Toasters,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Roger Hodgson,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
cv313,
the Germs,
D'Angelo,
Audionom,
The Human League,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Arcadia,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Grey Daturas,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Chrome,
Amazonics,
Theoretical Girls,
Robert Hood,
Stereo Dub,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ice-T,
Gichy Dan,
June Days,
Adolescents,
Crash Course in Science,
Letta Mbulu,
Dark Day,
Duran Duran,
Maleditus Sound,
New Age Steppers,
Black Pus,
the Association,
Slick Rick,
Scrapy,
Wasted Youth,
New Order,
Patti Smith,
Brass Construction,
The Smiths,
The Fire Engines,
kango's stein massive,
The Barracudas,
Gerry Rafferty,
Thee Headcoats,
Lungfish,
F. McDonald,
Delta 5,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Evens,
Tres Demented,
Wally Richardson,
Glenn Branca,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ralphi Rosario,
Simply Red,
Frankie Knuckles,
Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight.
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.