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 Taipei.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 chamberlin 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 Pylon to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Deakin. All the underground hits.
All Q and Not U tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flamin' Groovies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultimate Spinach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quadrant,
The Sound,
Lyres,
Gil Scott Heron,
World's Most,
Pole,
John Cale,
Flamin' Groovies,
the Soft Cell,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Stooges,
Don Cherry,
Hoover,
Pere Ubu,
Outsiders,
Connie Case,
The Saints,
Ultra Naté,
Von Mondo,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Doobie Brothers,
Adolescents,
Althea and Donna,
kango's stein massive,
Ossler,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Slick Rick,
Minor Threat,
Nick Fraelich,
Khruangbin,
Cymande,
Stetsasonic,
Curtis Mayfield,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kayak,
Spoonie Gee,
Joe Finger,
Jeff Lynne,
Toni Rubio,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Crooked Eye,
Parry Music,
Ultravox,
The Divine Comedy,
Sight & Sound,
Sam Rivers,
Index,
Isaac Hayes,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Average White Band,
Eddi Front,
Pagans,
Matthew Bourne,
The Human League,
T. Rex,
Thee Headcoats,
Surgeon,
Erasure,
48th St. Collective,
Ten City,
Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood.
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.