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 Gabon and from Tehran.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Deepchord to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Prince Buster. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Technova record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Larry & the Blue Notes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funky Four + One,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Circle Jerks,
Gerry Rafferty,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lee Hazlewood,
Boz Scaggs,
Steve Hackett,
Zero Boys,
The Electric Prunes,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Arcadia,
The Birthday Party,
Visage,
The Dirtbombs,
Grauzone,
Marshall Jefferson,
Nils Olav,
The Mummies,
D'Angelo,
Be Bop Deluxe,
John Lydon,
Oneida,
Marvin Gaye,
Ken Boothe,
Monolake,
Avey Tare,
Lucky Dragons,
Scratch Acid,
Sister Nancy,
John Foxx,
Jesper Dahlback,
Porter Ricks,
The Raincoats,
Cluster,
Bobby Womack,
Von Mondo,
Fad Gadget,
Soft Cell,
The Shadows of Knight,
Infiniti,
Flipper,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Crispian St. Peters,
Maurizio,
Duran Duran,
Massinfluence,
Albert Ayler,
Throbbing Gristle,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Vainqueur,
Yellowson,
Radiohead,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
the Germs,
Jandek,
Kayak,
48th St. Collective,
Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow.
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.