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 Monaco and from Manila.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 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 Thee Headcoats to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Bush Tetras. All the underground hits.
All Justin Hinds & The Dominoes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Searchers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cosmic Jokers,
Echospace,
Metal Thangz,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Nico,
Terrestrial Tones,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Black Flag,
Piero Umiliani,
The Vogues,
Malaria!,
Joensuu 1685,
The Martian,
Soul Sonic Force,
Anthony Braxton,
The Red Krayola,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Alphaville,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Absolute Body Control,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lightning Bolt,
Chrome,
Dorothy Ashby,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Camouflage,
The Divine Comedy,
The Index,
Gichy Dan,
Khruangbin,
John Holt,
Little Man,
Freddie Wadling,
Sound Behaviour,
Minor Threat,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Kool Moe Dee,
Barbara Tucker,
Marc Almond,
One Last Wish,
Drexciya,
Alison Limerick,
Steve Hackett,
Camberwell Now,
Blossom Toes,
Erykah Badu,
Brass Construction,
Grey Daturas,
Radio Birdman,
T. Rex,
UT,
The Litter,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Roxette,
Bobby Womack,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Moebius,
Gabor Szabo,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo.
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.