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 Brazil and from Bologna.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Delhi.
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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Fall to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Terry Callier. All the underground hits.
All Supertramp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hot Snakes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masters at Work 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?
Metal Thangz,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Aswad,
John Lydon,
Roxette,
Black Pus,
The Fuzztones,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Half Japanese,
Joyce Sims,
Interpol,
Letta Mbulu,
Arthur Verocai,
Minny Pops,
Warren Ellis,
The Names,
Skarface,
Delon & Dalcan,
Peter & Gordon,
These Immortal Souls,
Radiohead,
Ohio Players,
The Searchers,
Man Parrish,
Cameo,
Joensuu 1685,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Franke,
Eddi Front,
Boz Scaggs,
Nik Kershaw,
the Swans,
The Grass Roots,
The Count Five,
The Smoke,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Scott Walker,
The Tremeloes,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Judy Mowatt,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Josef K,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Depeche Mode,
The Remains,
Derrick Morgan,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Minnie Riperton,
Piero Umiliani,
Masters at Work,
Funky Four + One,
The Sound,
Johnny Clarke,
Tommy Roe,
Lucky Dragons,
Donald Byrd,
Eve St. Jones,
Banda Bassotti,
Zapp,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Barracudas,
Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep.
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.