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 Mongolia and from Accra.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Delon & Dalcan to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Quando Quango. All the underground hits.
All 8 Eyed Spy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Wyatt 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mr. Review,
Gastr Del Sol,
T.S.O.L.,
The Selecter,
The Moody Blues,
Scion,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
E-Dancer,
John Lydon,
The Leaves,
Yellowson,
Minnie Riperton,
Brass Construction,
Ralphi Rosario,
Unwound,
Rotary Connection,
Surgeon,
Model 500,
Schoolly D,
Reagan Youth,
June of 44,
The Stooges,
Wasted Youth,
Donny Hathaway,
Black Moon,
Barry Ungar,
Erasure,
Chris & Cosey,
The Wake,
Nirvana,
Rapeman,
Laurel Aitken,
Unrelated Segments,
Lee Hazlewood,
Niagra,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Modern Lovers,
Saccharine Trust,
Hasil Adkins,
Ice-T,
Y Pants,
UT,
Kenny Larkin,
Scientists,
Dual Sessions,
R.M.O.,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Pretty Things,
Jacques Brel,
Alison Limerick,
Sarah Menescal,
Main Source,
The Standells,
Panda Bear,
Das Ding,
Zero Boys,
JFA,
Harry Pussy,
Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox.
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.