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 Ireland and from Manchester.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Delhi.
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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Banda Bassotti to the grunge 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 Robert Hood. All the underground hits.
All The Knickerbockers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kenny Larkin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Royal Trux,
Roxy Music,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Faraquet,
Mission of Burma,
Junior Murvin,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Procol Harum,
June of 44,
Wings,
Negative Approach,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Niagra,
Alice Coltrane,
Rites of Spring,
The Durutti Column,
Bill Near,
Glenn Branca,
Albert Ayler,
John Holt,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gang of Four,
Animal Collective,
David Bowie,
Au Pairs,
Jesper Dahlback,
Tom Boy,
Pierre Henry,
Matthew Bourne,
Laurel Aitken,
Bad Manners,
Hoover,
Tres Demented,
Terry Callier,
Amazonics,
Ken Boothe,
Connie Case,
Siglo XX,
Gil Scott Heron,
Kurtis Blow,
Sister Nancy,
The Music Machine,
The J.B.'s,
The Wake,
Byron Stingily,
Morten Harket,
Radio Birdman,
Audionom,
Jerry's Kids,
The Offenders,
John Lydon,
the Germs,
EPMD,
Khruangbin,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Kas Product,
Blossom Toes,
The Doobie Brothers,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
John Cale,
T.S.O.L.,
Dead Boys,
Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control.
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.