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 Serbia and from Mexico City.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 guitar 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 Louis and Bebe Barron to the electroclash 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 Heavy D & The Boyz. All the underground hits.
All Marshall Jefferson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra Arkestra 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vladislav Delay record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Electric Prunes,
Basic Channel,
Unwound,
Cymande,
The Smiths,
The Black Dice,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Depeche Mode,
The Star Department,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Television Personalities,
Fifty Foot Hose,
June of 44,
K-Klass,
Johnny Osbourne,
Pagans,
Marmalade,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lalann,
Absolute Body Control,
The Dead C,
Young Marble Giants,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ornette Coleman,
The Trojans,
Leonard Cohen,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
a-ha,
Qualms,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ten City,
Nation of Ulysses,
Josef K,
the Normal,
Bang On A Can,
The Count Five,
Fad Gadget,
Sonic Youth,
the Fania All-Stars,
Guru Guru,
the Slits,
Mark Hollis,
Kerrie Biddell,
Rapeman,
Schoolly D,
Bobby Byrd,
Lou Reed,
The Skatalites,
Kas Product,
Boredoms,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Rufus Thomas,
Spandau Ballet,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Scrapy,
Flamin' Groovies,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Fuzztones,
Toni Rubio,
The Invisible,
48th St. Collective,
Bluetip,
Ken Boothe,
Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron.
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.