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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Jakarta.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 spring reverb 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 Crime to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Marvin Gaye. All the underground hits.
All The Searchers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fort Wilson Riot record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric B and Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Finger,
Gastr Del Sol,
Pussy Galore,
Sällskapet,
Janne Schatter,
Peter and Kerry,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
David Bowie,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Derrick Morgan,
Urselle,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Basic Channel,
Rites of Spring,
The Tremeloes,
Talk Talk,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Wings,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Grass Roots,
This Heat,
Q and Not U,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Golliwogs,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Moleskins,
Aaron Thompson,
Amon Düül,
Sarah Menescal,
The New Christs,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sex Pistols,
Joensuu 1685,
Blossom Toes,
the Soft Cell,
Leonard Cohen,
The United States of America,
The Walker Brothers,
Kayak,
The Toasters,
FM Einheit,
Black Flag,
Crash Course in Science,
Freddie Wadling,
Hot Snakes,
Stetsasonic,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Funky Four + One,
Eli Mardock,
Cheater Slicks,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Slackers,
Masters at Work,
Nils Olav,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Warsaw,
Circle Jerks,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lalo Schifrin,
X-101,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap.
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.