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 Dominica and from Johannesburg.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Toni Rubio. All the underground hits.
All Peter and Kerry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Busters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dave Clark Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eyeless In Gaza,
Radiopuhelimet,
Harmonia,
Camouflage,
Suburban Knight,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Nik Kershaw,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sarah Menescal,
Ohio Players,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Visage,
Nirvana,
Anthony Braxton,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Interpol,
Steve Hackett,
Matthew Bourne,
Thee Headcoats,
Soul Sonic Force,
Magma,
Dave Gahan,
The Smiths,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Swans,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Zeros,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
the Normal,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Soft Cell,
Bobby Byrd,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
John Cale,
The Pop Group,
Bill Near,
FM Einheit,
Skarface,
Leonard Cohen,
Ultra Naté,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lucky Dragons,
Spandau Ballet,
K-Klass,
Glenn Branca,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Golliwogs,
Cybotron,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sandy B,
John Coltrane,
Quantec,
The Music Machine,
Los Fastidios,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Erykah Badu,
Dark Day,
Tears for Fears,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
A Certain Ratio,
New Age Steppers,
Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics.
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.