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 Iceland and from Manchester.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Nico to the dance 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 Erykah Badu. All the underground hits.
All Mark Hollis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fuzztones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drive Like Jehu,
Roger Hodgson,
The United States of America,
Basic Channel,
The Gladiators,
Black Bananas,
KRS-One,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Neon Judgement,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Tommy Roe,
Funkadelic,
Tubeway Army,
Qualms,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Half Japanese,
Maleditus Sound,
Gang of Four,
Erasure,
One Last Wish,
Motorama,
Dual Sessions,
The Fall,
Delta 5,
Animal Collective,
The Real Kids,
The Names,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Moody Blues,
Judy Mowatt,
The Remains,
Make Up,
Bobby Womack,
Los Fastidios,
Mark Hollis,
The J.B.'s,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Depeche Mode,
Aloha Tigers,
The Smoke,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Funky Four + One,
Circle Jerks,
Groovy Waters,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Leonard Cohen,
Bobby Hutcherson,
T.S.O.L.,
Sun City Girls,
Eden Ahbez,
Magma,
Dark Day,
Robert Wyatt,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pole,
Oneida,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Parry Music,
Blossom Toes,
Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks.
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.