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 Papua New Guinea and from Hong Kong.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 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 cv313 to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Bobby Sherman. All the underground hits.
All De La Soul & Jungle Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlback record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Count Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cowsills,
Barrington Levy,
The Star Department,
Newcleus,
Girls At Our Best!,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ten City,
The Grass Roots,
Fat Boys,
The Zeros,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Mission of Burma,
The Smiths,
Nik Kershaw,
The United States of America,
Archie Shepp,
The Fire Engines,
Swell Maps,
Ponytail,
James White and The Blacks,
Joy Division,
Fugazi,
Soft Cell,
Dead Boys,
Jerry's Kids,
K-Klass,
The Pretty Things,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Evens,
Clear Light,
Rosa Yemen,
The Slackers,
One Last Wish,
L. Decosne,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sex Pistols,
Rapeman,
Bob Dylan,
R.M.O.,
Gichy Dan,
Robert Wyatt,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Eric Dolphy,
Cecil Taylor,
Outsiders,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Happenings,
Maleditus Sound,
Ornette Coleman,
Suburban Knight,
The Dead C,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Charles Mingus,
Crispy Ambulance,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Thompson Twins,
Shuggie Otis,
The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics.
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.