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 Slovenia and from Seoul.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 marimba 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 Wings to the punk 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 CMW. All the underground hits.
All Eddi Front tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nas 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Desert Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Standells,
ABC,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Blues Magoos,
the Swans,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Zero Boys,
Inner City,
Saccharine Trust,
Bang On A Can,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Cramps,
Hardrive,
June of 44,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Moss Icon,
David McCallum,
Deakin,
Joy Division,
John Foxx,
Gang Starr,
Tim Buckley,
Jeff Lynne,
Glambeats Corp.,
10cc,
Drexciya,
Lyres,
The Kinks,
Lou Christie,
Jesper Dahlback,
Roxy Music,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Misunderstood,
Piero Umiliani,
Circle Jerks,
The Remains,
Sound Behaviour,
Section 25,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Velvet Underground,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Motorama,
The Star Department,
Swans,
B.T. Express,
Ornette Coleman,
Cybotron,
Marmalade,
Angry Samoans,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Birthday Party,
Alison Limerick,
Jimmy McGriff,
Intrusion,
Soft Cell,
Joey Negro,
Cymande,
Robert Hood,
The Techniques,
The Monks,
Kas Product,
David Bowie,
Gil Scott Heron,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band.
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.