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 Tokyo.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Bologna.
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 mellotron 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 One Last Wish to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Crooked Eye. All the underground hits.
All Nico tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television Personalities record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dave Gahan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bronski Beat,
Don Cherry,
Nick Fraelich,
Funkadelic,
The Gladiators,
Smog,
The Fire Engines,
Blake Baxter,
One Last Wish,
Sun City Girls,
The Index,
Andrew Hill,
Ossler,
Buzzcocks,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Swell Maps,
Susan Cadogan,
F. McDonald,
the Normal,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bizarre Inc.,
Mission of Burma,
Lou Christie,
Duran Duran,
Circle Jerks,
Flash Fearless,
D'Angelo,
The Smoke,
Bang On A Can,
Chrome,
Procol Harum,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Kurtis Blow,
T. Rex,
The Residents,
the Germs,
Johnny Osbourne,
Eden Ahbez,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Real Kids,
Glambeats Corp.,
Yazoo,
Y Pants,
The Durutti Column,
The Blues Magoos,
Crispian St. Peters,
Pere Ubu,
Eddi Front,
Shuggie Otis,
Radiohead,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Aural Exciters,
The Kinks,
The Stooges,
The Fugs,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Trojans,
Scion,
Anthony Braxton,
Banda Bassotti,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy.
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.