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 Ethiopia and from Shanghai.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 sitar 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 Visage to the punk 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 Janne Schatter. All the underground hits.
All Au Pairs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Raincoats 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pop Group record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Panda Bear,
The Grass Roots,
Mars,
Sandy B,
Soft Machine,
Reagan Youth,
Mad Mike,
Excepter,
Dorothy Ashby,
FM Einheit,
Absolute Body Control,
The Fuzztones,
The Doors,
the Germs,
The Smiths,
Big Daddy Kane,
Skarface,
Kevin Saunderson,
Technova,
Jeff Mills,
Alison Limerick,
Faraquet,
Fad Gadget,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Electric Prunes,
Joensuu 1685,
Inner City,
Leonard Cohen,
Icehouse,
Chrome,
B.T. Express,
The Dead C,
The Names,
The Offenders,
Television Personalities,
Unwound,
Pet Shop Boys,
Young Marble Giants,
Jacques Brel,
The Monks,
Davy DMX,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Marvin Gaye,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Hasil Adkins,
Connie Case,
Bob Dylan,
Whodini,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Colin Newman,
Harry Pussy,
DJ Style,
Banda Bassotti,
Tom Boy,
Malaria!,
Skriet,
Letta Mbulu,
Scrapy,
Stereo Dub,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz.
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.