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 Nepal and from Salvador.
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 Delhi and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 snare 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 The Mighty Diamonds to the rock 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 Sister Nancy. All the underground hits.
All Tropical Tobacco tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Newcleus 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rites of Spring record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Skatalites,
The Doobie Brothers,
Soul Sonic Force,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Vladislav Delay,
the Normal,
Laurel Aitken,
Mark Hollis,
Anakelly,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Outsiders,
Roger Hodgson,
Erykah Badu,
Scratch Acid,
The Leaves,
Nick Fraelich,
The Slackers,
The Grass Roots,
Desert Stars,
Eric Copeland,
The Knickerbockers,
AZ,
The Dead C,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sonny Sharrock,
Shoche,
The Golliwogs,
Slave,
The Names,
Rapeman,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Quantec,
UT,
Warren Ellis,
FM Einheit,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Electric Prunes,
Yusef Lateef,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ultra Naté,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Pierre Henry,
Mars,
Babytalk,
Blake Baxter,
Bizarre Inc.,
8 Eyed Spy,
Wings,
Panda Bear,
Quadrant,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sarah Menescal,
Soft Cell,
Altered Images,
The Birthday Party,
Howard Jones,
Stetsasonic,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins.
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.