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 France and from Stockholm.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Lou Reed 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 Joyce Sims to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Bang On A Can. All the underground hits.
All Brass Construction tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joensuu 1685 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Harry Pussy,
Soulsonic Force,
Deepchord,
Y Pants,
Crooked Eye,
John Lydon,
Toni Rubio,
Sam Rivers,
The Slackers,
Desert Stars,
Wolf Eyes,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Smog,
Gerry Rafferty,
John Cale,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Mad Mike,
Zero Boys,
the Bar-Kays,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Warren Ellis,
Outsiders,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Grandmaster Flash,
Accadde A,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Smoke,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Funky Four + One,
Young Marble Giants,
Judy Mowatt,
The Doobie Brothers,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Black Sheep,
AZ,
Country Teasers,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Donny Hathaway,
Monolake,
Boz Scaggs,
Whodini,
Quadrant,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Harmonia,
Albert Ayler,
Reagan Youth,
Oneida,
Massinfluence,
Magma,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Mo-Dettes,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Fuzztones,
Gang of Four,
Cal Tjader,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.