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 Cuba and from Manila.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Black Moon to the dance 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 Tim Buckley. All the underground hits.
All Public Enemy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sister Nancy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Flock of Seagulls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pulsallama,
La Düsseldorf,
Soul Sonic Force,
David McCallum,
E-Dancer,
Man Parrish,
Kurtis Blow,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lakeside,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ludus,
Glenn Branca,
Desert Stars,
Leonard Cohen,
Parry Music,
Eurythmics,
The Gories,
Freddie Wadling,
Harry Pussy,
Spoonie Gee,
Aaron Thompson,
a-ha,
Lucky Dragons,
Isaac Hayes,
The Pop Group,
Absolute Body Control,
Duran Duran,
Oneida,
Intrusion,
Robert Görl,
The Angels of Light,
Monks,
Pierre Henry,
Charles Mingus,
The Durutti Column,
Anakelly,
Bluetip,
Ohio Players,
Swans,
The Blackbyrds,
The Move,
Davy DMX,
Jeff Mills,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Brand Nubian,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gil Scott Heron,
Mission of Burma,
Connie Case,
Johnny Clarke,
The Buckinghams,
Depeche Mode,
Silicon Teens,
The Doors,
Stereo Dub,
Country Teasers,
Suburban Knight,
Mary Jane Girls,
Alison Limerick,
Boz Scaggs,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Seeds,
The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs.
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.