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 Oman and from Hong Kong.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Index to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Al Stewart. All the underground hits.
All Lyres tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warsaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun City Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yusef Lateef,
Jawbox,
Camberwell Now,
Interpol,
the Germs,
One Last Wish,
Joe Smooth,
This Heat,
Thompson Twins,
The Gap Band,
Yaz,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Cowsills,
Max Romeo,
The Cure,
Funky Four + One,
The Motions,
The Slits,
Tres Demented,
Babytalk,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Skaos,
LL Cool J,
Sexual Harrassment,
Porter Ricks,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Zeros,
Andrew Hill,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Crispian St. Peters,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Electric Prunes,
Erasure,
Yazoo,
Marc Almond,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sound Behaviour,
Rod Modell,
ABC,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Magazine,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Sonics,
Graham Central Station,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Roger Hodgson,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Wake,
Eden Ahbez,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
10cc,
MDC,
Ultimate Spinach,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
L. Decosne,
Reagan Youth,
Bobby Sherman,
Bobby Womack,
Magma, Magma, Magma, Magma.
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.