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 Cambodia and from Houston.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 oboe 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 Piero Umiliani to the punk 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 The Gun Club. All the underground hits.
All Q65 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Half Japanese 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terror Squad Feat. Camron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Youth Brigade,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Harmonia,
Inner City,
The Young Rascals,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Con Funk Shun,
The Mummies,
Cameo,
Kas Product,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Monks,
X-101,
Pantytec,
The Move,
Essential Logic,
Matthew Halsall,
Kurtis Blow,
Vainqueur,
Arab on Radar,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Henry Cow,
The Gladiators,
Jandek,
The Real Kids,
Tropical Tobacco,
Idris Muhammad,
Von Mondo,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Blackbyrds,
Desert Stars,
Symarip,
Donald Byrd,
Tomorrow,
The Invisible,
Peter & Gordon,
Joey Negro,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Black Bananas,
Howard Jones,
Rakim,
Reagan Youth,
Magma,
Mo-Dettes,
The New Christs,
Scan 7,
Bob Dylan,
The Human League,
Q and Not U,
The Doors,
Boogie Down Productions,
Underground Resistance,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Can,
Erykah Badu,
The J.B.'s,
Royal Trux,
Rapeman,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bush Tetras,
Nico,
Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen.
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.