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 Palau and from Stockholm.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Grandmaster Flash to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Rapeman. All the underground hits.
All Hot Snakes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Teasers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ten City,
Gang Green,
The Smoke,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lungfish,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Freddie Wadling,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Spoonie Gee,
Michelle Simonal,
Depeche Mode,
The Zeros,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Eric Copeland,
Max Romeo,
Outsiders,
Loose Ends,
Mary Jane Girls,
Absolute Body Control,
Cal Tjader,
Desert Stars,
Porter Ricks,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bauhaus,
Roy Ayers,
Arab on Radar,
The Durutti Column,
JFA,
Rufus Thomas,
Laurel Aitken,
Grey Daturas,
Pantytec,
June Days,
Skaos,
Fifty Foot Hose,
These Immortal Souls,
Anthony Braxton,
Idris Muhammad,
John Cale,
Masters at Work,
The Skatalites,
Hot Snakes,
One Last Wish,
Marvin Gaye,
Soul II Soul,
Sex Pistols,
Lee Hazlewood,
Flipper,
Camberwell Now,
The J.B.'s,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
PIL,
Delon & Dalcan,
cv313,
The Birthday Party,
The Busters,
Jacob Miller,
Arcadia,
ABC,
the Normal, the Normal, the Normal, the Normal.
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.