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 Comoros and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 snare 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 The Young Rascals to the techno 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 Clear Light. All the underground hits.
All The Wake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rapeman 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Young Marble Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb 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 Martian,
Grey Daturas,
In Retrospect,
Nik Kershaw,
Johnny Clarke,
K-Klass,
Jeff Lynne,
Malaria!,
The Beau Brummels,
Public Image Ltd.,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Eli Mardock,
Bang On A Can,
Eve St. Jones,
The Shadows of Knight,
Rod Modell,
Cheater Slicks,
Barrington Levy,
Supertramp,
Wally Richardson,
Rhythm & Sound,
Marshall Jefferson,
Cluster,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Banda Bassotti,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Blackbyrds,
Mandrill,
Neu!,
Excepter,
The Litter,
The Golliwogs,
Derrick May,
Fugazi,
The Offenders,
Rapeman,
John Coltrane,
Dead Boys,
8 Eyed Spy,
X-101,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Isaac Hayes,
Jawbox,
Minutemen,
the Normal,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Parry Music,
KRS-One,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Josef K,
The Trojans,
Essential Logic,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ronan,
Donny Hathaway,
the Association,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ituana,
The Standells, The Standells, The Standells, The Standells.
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.