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 Guinea-Bissau and from Manila.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 clarinet 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 Ash Ra Tempel to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Maleditus Sound. All the underground hits.
All The Doobie Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kayak 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wally Richardson,
The Golliwogs,
the Soft Cell,
Zapp,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Motions,
Scan 7,
Pole,
B.T. Express,
Symarip,
The Residents,
Fugazi,
Marmalade,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Con Funk Shun,
Frankie Knuckles,
Agitation Free,
Model 500,
The Alarm Clocks,
Audionom,
Pharoah Sanders,
Animal Collective,
the Germs,
Radiohead,
Japan,
The Cowsills,
Derrick Morgan,
Barry Ungar,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Gun Club,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
John Cale,
Rod Modell,
The Sonics,
Terry Callier,
Arcadia,
Dennis Brown,
Scrapy,
Ultra Naté,
The Vogues,
David Axelrod,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Joe Finger,
Lucky Dragons,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Cal Tjader,
Blancmange,
Royal Trux,
Reuben Wilson,
Hoover,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bluetip,
Cameo,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Gories,
E-Dancer,
Fat Boys,
Aaron Thompson,
Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy.
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.