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 Saudi Arabia and from Copenhagen.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 snare 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 Urselle to the grunge 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 L. Decosne. All the underground hits.
All Spoonie Gee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Junior Murvin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Motions,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Standells,
Curtis Mayfield,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Velvet Underground,
Inner City,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Scratch Acid,
Tres Demented,
Amon Düül,
Rod Modell,
T.S.O.L.,
Tears for Fears,
Al Stewart,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Glenn Branca,
L. Decosne,
The Smoke,
Warsaw,
Sound Behaviour,
The Move,
Todd Rundgren,
cv313,
Lalann,
Pagans,
Technova,
Minny Pops,
The Vogues,
Basic Channel,
Soft Machine,
Matthew Halsall,
Glambeats Corp.,
Harpers Bizarre,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ultra Naté,
Royal Trux,
Mission of Burma,
FM Einheit,
Accadde A,
Quando Quango,
Skaos,
Rosa Yemen,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ornette Coleman,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Outsiders,
Oblivians,
Spandau Ballet,
PIL,
Hardrive,
In Retrospect,
Joy Division,
The Grass Roots,
Sarah Menescal,
MC5,
Thee Headcoats,
The Fugs,
The Blues Magoos,
Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith.
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.