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 France and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 rhodes 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 Radio Birdman to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Unwound. All the underground hits.
All Terry Callier tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moody Blues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joensuu 1685,
Donny Hathaway,
Scan 7,
Fatback Band,
EPMD,
Toni Rubio,
Organ,
Scratch Acid,
Blake Baxter,
Roxy Music,
The Doors,
Ronan,
Colin Newman,
Rotary Connection,
Alphaville,
Sex Pistols,
Lower 48,
Stetsasonic,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lucky Dragons,
The Neon Judgement,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Circle Jerks,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Shuggie Otis,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gichy Dan,
The Human League,
Zero Boys,
the Association,
Panda Bear,
Q and Not U,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Darondo,
Swans,
Khruangbin,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Saccharine Trust,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ponytail,
Bush Tetras,
Man Parrish,
The Motions,
H. Thieme,
Prince Buster,
Yaz,
Niagra,
R.M.O.,
Marine Girls,
Television,
June of 44,
Hoover,
Soft Cell,
Agent Orange,
Kool Moe Dee,
Second Layer,
Barclay James Harvest,
David Bowie,
Rufus Thomas,
Public Image Ltd.,
Make Up, Make Up, Make Up, Make Up.
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.