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 Bahrain 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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Columbus.
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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Kango’s Stein Massive. All the underground hits.
All Bob Dylan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Clarke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sixth Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skaos,
Smog,
John Holt,
Ponytail,
Newcleus,
Soft Cell,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Loose Ends,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Inner City,
Ralphi Rosario,
Aural Exciters,
Ossler,
Piero Umiliani,
The Mojo Men,
The Modern Lovers,
Arthur Verocai,
JFA,
Royal Trux,
Joyce Sims,
Grauzone,
Matthew Bourne,
Barry Ungar,
Godley & Creme,
The Smiths,
Skarface,
The Grass Roots,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Shadows of Knight,
Glambeats Corp.,
CMW,
Aaron Thompson,
Idris Muhammad,
Leonard Cohen,
New Order,
The Names,
Dead Boys,
Sandy B,
Susan Cadogan,
Chris & Cosey,
Donald Byrd,
John Coltrane,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Searchers,
Jesper Dahlback,
Q and Not U,
AZ,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Hashim,
K-Klass,
Rosa Yemen,
Siglo XX,
Shoche,
The Electric Prunes,
Crispy Ambulance,
Steve Hackett,
Alison Limerick,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Maurizio,
EPMD, EPMD, EPMD, EPMD.
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.