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 United Kingdom and from Seoul.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Fortunes to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 T. Rex. All the underground hits.
All Graham Central Station tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thee Headcoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marine Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Banda Bassotti,
Neu!,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Cosmic Jokers,
T.S.O.L.,
Jesper Dahlback,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Clear Light,
Pantaleimon,
Interpol,
Adolescents,
The Monks,
Tubeway Army,
The Mojo Men,
Monks,
Drexciya,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Joe Finger,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Basic Channel,
Neil Young,
Yaz,
Mission of Burma,
Piero Umiliani,
Desert Stars,
Fat Boys,
Cymande,
Jerry Gold Smith,
New Age Steppers,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sex Pistols,
Ice-T,
Brick,
Fluxion,
Gregory Isaacs,
Porter Ricks,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Blues Magoos,
Alice Coltrane,
the Human League,
Kaleidoscope,
Bronski Beat,
Yazoo,
Motorama,
Black Sheep,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Cure,
John Coltrane,
Loose Ends,
Harry Pussy,
Grandmaster Flash,
Audionom,
Anakelly,
The Golliwogs,
Nik Kershaw,
La Düsseldorf,
The Stooges,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction.
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.