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 Sweden and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 clarinet 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 Larry & the Blue Notes to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Stereo Dub. All the underground hits.
All Red Lorry Yellow Lorry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every H. Thieme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fort Wilson Riot 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?
the Human League,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Man Parrish,
Yazoo,
Joy Division,
Isaac Hayes,
Lalo Schifrin,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
the Sonics,
Soft Machine,
Unwound,
Rufus Thomas,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Blackbyrds,
Country Teasers,
Steve Hackett,
In Retrospect,
Roxette,
Ossler,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Rites of Spring,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Janne Schatter,
Symarip,
The Zeros,
Underground Resistance,
Grandmaster Flash,
Altered Images,
The Index,
Sarah Menescal,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lakeside,
Peter & Gordon,
Ronnie Foster,
Drexciya,
Aloha Tigers,
Accadde A,
Young Marble Giants,
Wire,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Blues Magoos,
The Associates,
The J.B.'s,
Q65,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
John Coltrane,
Throbbing Gristle,
Rekid,
Ronan,
Sonic Youth,
Tom Boy,
Deadbeat,
Smog,
Henry Cow,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gabor Szabo,
H. Thieme,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Negative Approach,
New Order,
James White and The Blacks,
Lightning Bolt,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One.
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.