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 Qatar and from Sao Paulo.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Bologna.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Flash Fearless to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 MDC. All the underground hits.
All The Residents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerrie Biddell 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Juan Atkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vainqueur,
The Residents,
Agitation Free,
LL Cool J,
the Association,
Rotary Connection,
The Sound,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
World's Most,
Swans,
Steve Hackett,
cv313,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Deakin,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Peter & Gordon,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Boogie Down Productions,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
John Coltrane,
Al Stewart,
Excepter,
Rhythm & Sound,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
X-Ray Spex,
Harry Pussy,
Arab on Radar,
Kaleidoscope,
Maleditus Sound,
Q65,
Massinfluence,
Rekid,
Ultra Naté,
Josef K,
Joe Finger,
Eurythmics,
Glambeats Corp.,
Magazine,
The Fuzztones,
48th St. Collective,
Lee Hazlewood,
Throbbing Gristle,
Andrew Hill,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Durutti Column,
Q and Not U,
Funkadelic,
Monolake,
Oneida,
Flipper,
Marvin Gaye,
Junior Murvin,
Roger Hodgson,
Das Ding,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Saccharine Trust,
Joe Smooth,
Marine Girls,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Erasure,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ponytail,
L. Decosne,
Skriet, Skriet, Skriet, Skriet.
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.