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 Thailand and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 chamberlin 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 Country Joe & The Fish to the rock 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 Bang On A Can. All the underground hits.
All Marshall Jefferson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Detroit Cobras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Steve Hackett record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ornette Coleman,
Brass Construction,
Glenn Branca,
Gregory Isaacs,
Panda Bear,
PIL,
Monolake,
The Monochrome Set,
Guru Guru,
Pantytec,
June Days,
Cal Tjader,
Sugar Minott,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
John Lydon,
Ronan,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ponytail,
In Retrospect,
Eric B and Rakim,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Rosa Yemen,
Roxette,
Electric Light Orchestra,
the Swans,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Kerri Chandler,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Dead C,
Dawn Penn,
Pole,
Marc Almond,
the Normal,
The Sound,
Saccharine Trust,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sun City Girls,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Michelle Simonal,
Bobby Byrd,
The Gap Band,
OOIOO,
The Fall,
Sparks,
Eurythmics,
John Holt,
Q and Not U,
The Fortunes,
The Offenders,
Popol Vuh,
Fugazi,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Fat Boys,
The Residents,
The Modern Lovers,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Connie Case,
Bizarre Inc.,
Mission of Burma,
Stetsasonic,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage.
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.