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 Costa Rica and from New York.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Sonics to the electroclash 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 Liaisons Dangereuses. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Neon Judgement 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 sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moby Grape record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hot Snakes,
FM Einheit,
The Moleskins,
Rufus Thomas,
Heaven 17,
Ten City,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Slick Rick,
Mary Jane Girls,
China Crisis,
The Cowsills,
Au Pairs,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ohio Players,
Grauzone,
Dave Gahan,
Faust,
John Lydon,
Peter & Gordon,
Pierre Henry,
Scan 7,
Davy DMX,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Fluxion,
Zapp,
Robert Wyatt,
Eddi Front,
Bizarre Inc.,
ABC,
Thee Headcoats,
Judy Mowatt,
the Bar-Kays,
Black Moon,
The Litter,
Lyres,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Saints,
Donald Byrd,
Roy Ayers,
The Fall,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Martian,
Ituana,
Gregory Isaacs,
Black Pus,
Unrelated Segments,
kango's stein massive,
Masters at Work,
Electric Prunes,
cv313,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Fuzztones,
The J.B.'s,
Hasil Adkins,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Yellowson,
Eve St. Jones,
Mad Mike,
The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs.
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.