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 Thailand and from Delhi.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 ABC to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All Symarip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dave Gahan 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 a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Kinks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Standells,
Grandmaster Flash,
Rotary Connection,
Faraquet,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Country Teasers,
Cluster,
The Offenders,
Grey Daturas,
Livin' Joy,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Oblivians,
Lou Reed,
Reuben Wilson,
Tropical Tobacco,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Mantronix,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Suicide,
Lindisfarne,
David McCallum,
Nirvana,
Deepchord,
Donald Byrd,
F. McDonald,
Joensuu 1685,
Stiv Bators,
Davy DMX,
New York Dolls,
Fela Kuti,
Fugazi,
Interpol,
The Remains,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Jawbox,
Charles Mingus,
The Monks,
Procol Harum,
Minor Threat,
Godley & Creme,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Organ,
New Age Steppers,
Jimmy McGriff,
Duran Duran,
The Fall,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Boz Scaggs,
The Tremeloes,
John Foxx,
ABBA,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bluetip,
Sonic Youth,
Joey Negro,
Swans, Swans, Swans, Swans.
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.