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 Paraguay and from Halifax.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 oboe 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 Amon Düül to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Moebius. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Hill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Misunderstood 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?
Mars,
Tres Demented,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Intrusion,
L. Decosne,
Fear,
Stiv Bators,
Alison Limerick,
The Residents,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Seeds,
Spandau Ballet,
Q and Not U,
Thompson Twins,
Scientists,
The Count Five,
Depeche Mode,
David Bowie,
Japan,
Ultra Naté,
The Velvet Underground,
Unwound,
Circle Jerks,
Kurtis Blow,
Robert Hood,
The Cowsills,
Anthony Braxton,
New York Dolls,
Howard Jones,
Joy Division,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lou Reed,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Surgeon,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Associates,
Soul II Soul,
Agitation Free,
the Human League,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Gladiators,
Pet Shop Boys,
Vainqueur,
Massinfluence,
CMW,
Kerrie Biddell,
Jandek,
Marc Almond,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Chrome,
The Blues Magoos,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sonic Youth,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sound Behaviour,
Au Pairs,
The Move,
F. McDonald,
Radio Birdman,
Technova,
ABC,
The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men.
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.