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 Brunei and from Glasgow.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Television to the funk 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 Marshall Jefferson. All the underground hits.
All Barbara Tucker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funkadelic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Trojans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalo Schifrin,
Grey Daturas,
Joy Division,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Avey Tare,
ABBA,
Skarface,
Fear,
kango's stein massive,
Porter Ricks,
Michelle Simonal,
Hardrive,
Siglo XX,
The American Breed,
Ultravox,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
China Crisis,
Wings,
Black Flag,
The Real Kids,
Moby Grape,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Sonics,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Desert Stars,
The Grass Roots,
Morten Harket,
The Walker Brothers,
Vainqueur,
Roger Hodgson,
The Fugs,
Thompson Twins,
Glambeats Corp.,
Kas Product,
Outsiders,
David McCallum,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Barracudas,
The Wake,
Section 25,
The Searchers,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Raincoats,
John Holt,
Gregory Isaacs,
Byron Stingily,
The Blackbyrds,
Magma,
Yusef Lateef,
Mantronix,
Susan Cadogan,
Absolute Body Control,
The Flesh Eaters,
Royal Trux,
Yaz,
Ralphi Rosario,
Donald Byrd,
Harry Pussy,
Suburban Knight,
Charles Mingus,
John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon.
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.