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 Hungary and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Bang On A Can to the punk 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 Gian Franco Pienzio. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Clear Light 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flipper record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
World's Most,
Tim Buckley,
The Dave Clark Five,
Mandrill,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Marc Almond,
Grandmaster Flash,
Andrew Hill,
Parry Music,
Jeff Lynne,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Clear Light,
Lee Hazlewood,
Erykah Badu,
The Associates,
Skriet,
Flamin' Groovies,
Smog,
cv313,
Basic Channel,
The Wake,
Tubeway Army,
The Velvet Underground,
Depeche Mode,
Anakelly,
New Order,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Susan Cadogan,
Public Image Ltd.,
Con Funk Shun,
The Standells,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bluetip,
Blancmange,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sex Pistols,
Vladislav Delay,
DNA,
Little Man,
KRS-One,
Stockholm Monsters,
Monks,
Trumans Water,
Deepchord,
Dead Boys,
John Cale,
Scott Walker,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Motorama,
Whodini,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gang of Four,
Swans,
Iggy Pop,
Flipper,
One Last Wish,
Shoche,
The Black Dice,
OOIOO,
Swell Maps,
The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks.
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.