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 Cambodia and from New York.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 harpsichord 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 Matthew Halsall to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Thompson Twins. All the underground hits.
All F. McDonald tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mad Mike record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlbäck record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Barracudas,
Smog,
Arab on Radar,
Flash Fearless,
Rites of Spring,
Goldenarms,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Wolf Eyes,
Reagan Youth,
Gang Gang Dance,
Can,
Rapeman,
Barry Ungar,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Sisters of Mercy,
H. Thieme,
cv313,
Donny Hathaway,
Grauzone,
Dead Boys,
New Age Steppers,
Sister Nancy,
Robert Wyatt,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Young Marble Giants,
Black Bananas,
Lower 48,
Lou Christie,
Boz Scaggs,
Tomorrow,
Yazoo,
Q65,
Scion,
Eric Dolphy,
Amazonics,
Groovy Waters,
The Blues Magoos,
Soft Machine,
Kurtis Blow,
Connie Case,
Echospace,
The Residents,
FM Einheit,
Schoolly D,
Bang On A Can,
Swans,
The Young Rascals,
Interpol,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bobby Womack,
X-102,
Magma,
Underground Resistance,
Fear,
Drive Like Jehu,
Essential Logic,
Sällskapet,
David Axelrod,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Whodini,
Nico,
Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti.
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.