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 Lesotho and from Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 spring reverb 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 Lightning Bolt to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Q and Not U. All the underground hits.
All Byron Stingily tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tears for Fears record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funky Four + One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Mary Jane Girls,
Scratch Acid,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Albert Ayler,
Agitation Free,
Buzzcocks,
The Offenders,
The Knickerbockers,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Jandek,
Dark Day,
Pierre Henry,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
X-101,
Deadbeat,
Dual Sessions,
Stiv Bators,
Jacob Miller,
Public Enemy,
The Blackbyrds,
Blancmange,
DJ Style,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
ABBA,
Sex Pistols,
B.T. Express,
Moebius,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Black Dice,
Bob Dylan,
Black Sheep,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Count Five,
the Fania All-Stars,
Chrome,
The Beau Brummels,
Aloha Tigers,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Motions,
Joe Finger,
Gabor Szabo,
The Gladiators,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Visage,
Eddi Front,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Faust,
Soulsonic Force,
The Toasters,
Pulsallama,
The Alarm Clocks,
Second Layer,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gang Green,
Soft Machine,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Warren Ellis,
Crash Course in Science,
Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas.
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.