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 South Sudan and from Delhi.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Smiths to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Panda Bear. All the underground hits.
All Oblivians tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Livin' Joy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lower 48 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tears for Fears,
Jandek,
The Tremeloes,
Q65,
K-Klass,
Grey Daturas,
The Misunderstood,
The Grass Roots,
Easy Going,
Idris Muhammad,
The Fugs,
Youth Brigade,
Funkadelic,
Second Layer,
Rites of Spring,
Henry Cow,
Anakelly,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Electric Prunes,
the Slits,
Fluxion,
The Selecter,
Matthew Halsall,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Pop Group,
Grandmaster Flash,
Pere Ubu,
Television Personalities,
The Fire Engines,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Chrome,
Audionom,
Tim Buckley,
the Normal,
Section 25,
The Velvet Underground,
The Happenings,
Roger Hodgson,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Radiohead,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sparks,
Joey Negro,
Althea and Donna,
Pagans,
James White and The Blacks,
Howard Jones,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Fat Boys,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Dennis Brown,
Delta 5,
Procol Harum,
Ultra Naté,
Eurythmics,
Barbara Tucker,
Derrick Morgan,
Darondo,
Symarip,
Black Moon,
Slave,
Brand Nubian,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone.
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.