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 Nepal and from Lyon.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry to the punk 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 Nas. All the underground hits.
All Bluetip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Terry 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Interpol,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gang of Four,
Average White Band,
Quantec,
Roger Hodgson,
Bill Near,
Marvin Gaye,
Brass Construction,
Henry Cow,
Robert Wyatt,
Swell Maps,
Bizarre Inc.,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sex Pistols,
Alton Ellis,
Niagra,
Crooked Eye,
The Smiths,
The Skatalites,
Michelle Simonal,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Harry Pussy,
The Knickerbockers,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Brand Nubian,
Rites of Spring,
MDC,
Clear Light,
Barry Ungar,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Monolake,
Y Pants,
Blossom Toes,
Los Fastidios,
Bobby Byrd,
The Cowsills,
The Victims,
Drive Like Jehu,
New York Dolls,
Ken Boothe,
The Cure,
Siglo XX,
Make Up,
Con Funk Shun,
Barbara Tucker,
John Cale,
Trumans Water,
The United States of America,
Black Moon,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Essential Logic,
The Gories,
The J.B.'s,
Intrusion,
Archie Shepp,
Mars,
Das Ding,
Joensuu 1685,
Kas Product,
Procol Harum,
the Germs, the Germs, the Germs, the Germs.
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.