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 Laos and from Bremen.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 808 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 Crooked Eye to the grunge 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 The Dirtbombs. All the underground hits.
All Roxette tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Jesus and Mary Chain 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin 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 mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Stetsasonic,
Jeff Mills,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Blake Baxter,
The Moleskins,
Chrome,
Ossler,
Mad Mike,
Darondo,
Derrick May,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
La Düsseldorf,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Searchers,
Malaria!,
Technova,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Deadbeat,
Bill Near,
Kenny Larkin,
Kas Product,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bush Tetras,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Oblivians,
Au Pairs,
The Grass Roots,
The Kinks,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Groovy Waters,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Donny Hathaway,
Neil Young,
The Leaves,
Sound Behaviour,
The Slits,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Donald Byrd,
Hot Snakes,
Pet Shop Boys,
Grauzone,
Bauhaus,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Glenn Branca,
Brothers Johnson,
Eve St. Jones,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Drexciya,
Ronnie Foster,
Faust,
The Busters,
Rufus Thomas,
UT,
Lou Reed,
Duran Duran,
John Foxx,
Terry Callier,
Sight & Sound,
The Techniques,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
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.