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 Saudi Arabia and from Calgary.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Sonics to the funk 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx. All the underground hits.
All Erykah Badu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jawbox 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 a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Parry Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unwound,
kango's stein massive,
Girls At Our Best!,
OOIOO,
Swell Maps,
These Immortal Souls,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Divine Comedy,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Mark Hollis,
Joensuu 1685,
Public Enemy,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Mary Jane Girls,
Matthew Halsall,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sixth Finger,
the Normal,
Reuben Wilson,
Outsiders,
Metal Thangz,
Peter & Gordon,
Adolescents,
Unrelated Segments,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gang Starr,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Man Parrish,
Q65,
The Slackers,
Little Man,
Franke,
The American Breed,
Terry Callier,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Skarface,
Soft Cell,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
CMW,
Chrome,
Yazoo,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ponytail,
Boredoms,
Sex Pistols,
The Invisible,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Barrington Levy,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Camberwell Now,
Radio Birdman,
Stockholm Monsters,
Accadde A,
One Last Wish,
Soft Machine,
T. Rex,
Sun Ra,
Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth.
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.