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 New Zealand and from Houston.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 sitar 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 Blackbyrds to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Cameo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cybotron 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Goldenarms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 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 Royal Family And The Poor,
Popol Vuh,
The Slits,
This Heat,
Ultra Naté,
Suicide,
Magazine,
The Fugs,
Pere Ubu,
The Selecter,
Metal Thangz,
The Fortunes,
Hashim,
Sixth Finger,
Davy DMX,
Sugar Minott,
CMW,
Cluster,
Slave,
Sarah Menescal,
Technova,
Donny Hathaway,
Marc Almond,
the Slits,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Black Flag,
Danielle Patucci,
Sound Behaviour,
David Axelrod,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Cowsills,
T.S.O.L.,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Seeds,
The Stooges,
The Count Five,
Second Layer,
Lakeside,
JFA,
Cecil Taylor,
The Fire Engines,
Pierre Henry,
Eli Mardock,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Scrapy,
Rufus Thomas,
Bluetip,
Robert Görl,
Kenny Larkin,
Boredoms,
Boz Scaggs,
The Red Krayola,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Dead C,
Procol Harum,
Roxette,
Au Pairs,
Harmonia,
Groovy Waters,
the Swans,
Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar.
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.