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 Kosovo and from Copenhagen.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 808 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))) to the grime 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 Fatback Band. All the underground hits.
All The Leaves tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Freddie Wadling record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dead Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Christie,
Au Pairs,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Fuzztones,
Country Teasers,
Pylon,
Simply Red,
Lebanon Hanover,
ABBA,
Sugar Minott,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gabor Szabo,
Boredoms,
Cameo,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Patti Smith,
a-ha,
Amon Düül,
The Invisible,
Khruangbin,
Donald Byrd,
John Lydon,
Accadde A,
DJ Style,
Fear,
Aswad,
Harry Pussy,
Television Personalities,
Royal Trux,
X-102,
Mission of Burma,
John Holt,
The Selecter,
Saccharine Trust,
Adolescents,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Dead Boys,
Interpol,
The Residents,
Lightning Bolt,
cv313,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bad Manners,
the Germs,
Guru Guru,
Fat Boys,
Aaron Thompson,
8 Eyed Spy,
John Coltrane,
Excepter,
The Skatalites,
R.M.O.,
Radiohead,
Qualms,
The Flesh Eaters,
Erykah Badu,
Von Mondo,
Minnie Riperton,
Ultra Naté,
Tres Demented,
Minutemen,
Althea and Donna,
Josef K, Josef K, Josef K, Josef K.
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.