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 Philippines and from Tehran.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Busters to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 cv313. All the underground hits.
All Jacques Brel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Organ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flamin' Groovies,
Deakin,
Fluxion,
John Cale,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Raincoats,
Josef K,
F. McDonald,
Model 500,
Radio Birdman,
Funky Four + One,
T.S.O.L.,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Al Stewart,
Joe Smooth,
Bobby Byrd,
Erykah Badu,
U.S. Maple,
Faust,
Reagan Youth,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bluetip,
Chris Corsano,
The Index,
Minny Pops,
Nils Olav,
Suburban Knight,
Cal Tjader,
Desert Stars,
Lebanon Hanover,
Cybotron,
Negative Approach,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Los Fastidios,
Siglo XX,
Jimmy McGriff,
Theoretical Girls,
Bauhaus,
Jawbox,
Big Daddy Kane,
Slick Rick,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Vainqueur,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Byron Stingily,
Kurtis Blow,
Howard Jones,
ABBA,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Cure,
Country Teasers,
Sam Rivers,
Minutemen,
Jandek,
John Coltrane,
Technova,
Severed Heads,
Skriet,
Ralphi Rosario,
Althea and Donna,
Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew.
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.