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 Cameroon and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 The Smiths to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band. All the underground hits.
All Wire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Germs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Christie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Neon Judgement,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bill Near,
The Wake,
Tommy Roe,
The Grass Roots,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Soul Sonic Force,
Susan Cadogan,
Basic Channel,
Quando Quango,
Bobby Byrd,
The Raincoats,
Nation of Ulysses,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Desert Stars,
DNA,
Mary Jane Girls,
Scan 7,
Popol Vuh,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Simply Red,
Das Ding,
The Motions,
The Flesh Eaters,
Hashim,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Fear,
John Coltrane,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Suburban Knight,
Ossler,
The Cowsills,
the Association,
Minny Pops,
Gong,
kango's stein massive,
New Age Steppers,
Mandrill,
Aloha Tigers,
Eddi Front,
The Doors,
Depeche Mode,
Stiv Bators,
Amon Düül II,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sparks,
Amon Düül,
John Foxx,
X-102,
The Misunderstood,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Robert Görl,
The Mummies,
The Litter,
Spoonie Gee,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Model 500,
Magma,
Judy Mowatt,
Brand Nubian,
Faust, Faust, Faust, Faust.
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.