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 El Salvador and from Glasgow.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Manila.
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 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 Charles Mingus to the disco 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 Slave. All the underground hits.
All Lucky Dragons tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flipper record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang On A Can,
Amon Düül,
Suicide,
Bootsy Collins,
Scientists,
Kaleidoscope,
Gong,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Monks,
Frankie Knuckles,
Vainqueur,
K-Klass,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
the Normal,
Inner City,
The Sonics,
Lungfish,
Joe Smooth,
Patti Smith,
Blake Baxter,
The Durutti Column,
Eddi Front,
Public Enemy,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Flipper,
The Knickerbockers,
Nico,
Neil Young,
Funky Four + One,
Lyres,
Second Layer,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Pet Shop Boys,
Rekid,
Skarface,
H. Thieme,
Junior Murvin,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Charles Mingus,
Avey Tare,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Techniques,
Johnny Clarke,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Unwound,
Swell Maps,
JFA,
Lindisfarne,
Japan,
Alphaville,
Talk Talk,
Al Stewart,
Yellowson,
Agitation Free,
Q65,
Livin' Joy,
Lakeside,
The Last Poets,
Sonic Youth,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Marshall Jefferson,
Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma.
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.