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 Oman and from Lagos.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 güiro 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 Lou Reed & Metallica to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 T.S.O.L.. All the underground hits.
All Gian Franco Pienzio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Order 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dead C record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smiths,
Youth Brigade,
Accadde A,
Radiohead,
Chrome,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bobby Byrd,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Todd Rundgren,
Rufus Thomas,
Soft Cell,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Hoover,
Massinfluence,
Derrick Morgan,
Banda Bassotti,
Boz Scaggs,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Freddie Wadling,
Shoche,
The Electric Prunes,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Move,
Steve Hackett,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Porter Ricks,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Jeff Lynne,
Black Bananas,
CMW,
Quando Quango,
Ossler,
The Happenings,
Glambeats Corp.,
Basic Channel,
Ice-T,
Wolf Eyes,
The Five Americans,
X-102,
Nas,
The Mummies,
B.T. Express,
Outsiders,
Make Up,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Josef K,
Black Sheep,
PIL,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Rhythm & Sound,
Angry Samoans,
Joyce Sims,
Jawbox,
The Human League,
Model 500,
Crooked Eye,
Wings,
June Days,
Oneida,
Bootsy Collins,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
John Lydon,
Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective.
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.