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 the UAE and from Tokyo.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 arpeggiator 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 The Fire Engines to the rap 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 Reagan Youth. All the underground hits.
All Peter & Gordon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlbäck record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wolf Eyes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Talk Talk,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Neon Judgement,
The Fugs,
Ohio Players,
Gang of Four,
Schoolly D,
Tom Boy,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Prince Buster,
Franke,
Yusef Lateef,
PIL,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Half Japanese,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Urselle,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Vogues,
The Searchers,
Peter & Gordon,
Crispy Ambulance,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lalann,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Mojo Men,
Dead Boys,
Joey Negro,
Unwound,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Japan,
The Star Department,
Lee Hazlewood,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Tremeloes,
Soul II Soul,
Mr. Review,
Pulsallama,
Flipper,
Alphaville,
Bad Manners,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Mars,
EPMD,
Roy Ayers,
Cameo,
Supertramp,
Accadde A,
the Germs,
Grey Daturas,
Harmonia,
Mary Jane Girls,
Hashim,
Mad Mike,
K-Klass,
Scratch Acid,
Technova,
New Age Steppers,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Grauzone,
Gang Green,
Cymande,
New Order, New Order, New Order, New Order.
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.