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 Portugal and from Jakarta.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 sitar 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 Kango’s Stein Massive to the crunk 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 Pulsallama. All the underground hits.
All Radio Birdman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalann record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Leaves,
A Certain Ratio,
Curtis Mayfield,
Faust,
Tears for Fears,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Al Stewart,
K-Klass,
Delon & Dalcan,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Gap Band,
Minny Pops,
Quando Quango,
New York Dolls,
Echospace,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Nation of Ulysses,
Carl Craig,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Symarip,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Stooges,
Bobby Byrd,
Nik Kershaw,
Nick Fraelich,
Graham Central Station,
Tommy Roe,
Sugar Minott,
Excepter,
Porter Ricks,
China Crisis,
Ultimate Spinach,
Rakim,
Can,
the Slits,
New Order,
Patti Smith,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Brand Nubian,
Wally Richardson,
The Fugs,
Mission of Burma,
Soul II Soul,
The Red Krayola,
Quantec,
The Smoke,
Danielle Patucci,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Stiv Bators,
Sly & The Family Stone,
cv313,
Ossler,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Newcleus,
Pharoah Sanders,
Smog,
The Kinks,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Blake Baxter,
Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter.
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.