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 Guatemala and from Spokane.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Electric Prunes to the jazz 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade. All the underground hits.
All Bluetip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DNA 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Infiniti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Standells,
Minnie Riperton,
Jacques Brel,
Faraquet,
Kayak,
Mo-Dettes,
Rufus Thomas,
OOIOO,
Black Sheep,
Sun Ra,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Glambeats Corp.,
Marmalade,
Peter & Gordon,
Johnny Clarke,
Scientists,
Soft Cell,
Cheater Slicks,
The Knickerbockers,
Fatback Band,
Toni Rubio,
H. Thieme,
Gong,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Human League,
Chris & Cosey,
Idris Muhammad,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Cecil Taylor,
Icehouse,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Fuzztones,
Byron Stingily,
The Fortunes,
Masters at Work,
The Velvet Underground,
Simply Red,
Kevin Saunderson,
Josef K,
The Saints,
Sparks,
Rotary Connection,
Au Pairs,
The Mojo Men,
Lou Christie,
8 Eyed Spy,
Circle Jerks,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Camberwell Now,
The Doors,
the Soft Cell,
Susan Cadogan,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Roy Ayers,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Franke,
Section 25,
Erasure,
Sexual Harrassment,
Marine Girls,
Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec.
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.