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 Mauritius and from Portland.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 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 X-102 to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Tremeloes. All the underground hits.
All Art Ensemble Of Chicago tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every OOIOO record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sight & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
AZ,
Pere Ubu,
T.S.O.L.,
The Fire Engines,
Steve Hackett,
OOIOO,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Birthday Party,
MDC,
John Foxx,
The Slits,
The Tremeloes,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Todd Terry,
Boredoms,
UT,
Grauzone,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Rhythm & Sound,
Morten Harket,
Gang of Four,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Adolescents,
Procol Harum,
Main Source,
Sonny Sharrock,
Joe Smooth,
Rufus Thomas,
The Vogues,
Frankie Knuckles,
Black Pus,
Barry Ungar,
the Germs,
The Zeros,
Half Japanese,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
X-102,
The Sound,
Howard Jones,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Tommy Roe,
Kenny Larkin,
Unwound,
Jawbox,
Inner City,
Marcia Griffiths,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Malaria!,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Thompson Twins,
Y Pants,
Eric B and Rakim,
Marine Girls,
Kayak,
The Gun Club,
Juan Atkins,
Audionom,
Agent Orange,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Soft Machine,
Faust, Faust, Faust, Faust.
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.