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 Finland and from Shanghai.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lyon.
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 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 John Holt to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Velvet Underground. All the underground hits.
All The Red Krayola tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every R.M.O. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fifty Foot Hose record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Junior Murvin,
The Fugs,
Guru Guru,
kango's stein massive,
Alton Ellis,
Wire,
DJ Sneak,
Archie Shepp,
Maurizio,
The J.B.'s,
Crispy Ambulance,
Yazoo,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sarah Menescal,
Soft Machine,
Danielle Patucci,
Eurythmics,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Aloha Tigers,
The Wake,
Jacob Miller,
A Certain Ratio,
Jeru the Damaja,
Khruangbin,
The Barracudas,
Sexual Harrassment,
Wolf Eyes,
Bill Near,
Barbara Tucker,
Young Marble Giants,
Kerri Chandler,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Malaria!,
Lee Hazlewood,
Scion,
Minutemen,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Crash Course in Science,
The Slits,
Curtis Mayfield,
Josef K,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Vogues,
Moebius,
Hoover,
Kenny Larkin,
Warsaw,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Joyce Sims,
Cheater Slicks,
James White and The Blacks,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Pretty Things,
Anthony Braxton,
Main Source,
Minny Pops,
Heaven 17,
K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass.
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.