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 Morocco and from New York.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 chamberlin 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 Metal Thangz to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine. All the underground hits.
All The Doors tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minor Threat 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aural Exciters,
Unwound,
Moebius,
Piero Umiliani,
Robert Wyatt,
Pet Shop Boys,
X-Ray Spex,
The Vogues,
Stereo Dub,
June Days,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Glambeats Corp.,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Swans,
Minnie Riperton,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Metal Thangz,
Negative Approach,
Magazine,
The Shadows of Knight,
Eurythmics,
Black Moon,
The Evens,
Whodini,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Fela Kuti,
The Move,
The Music Machine,
Soft Machine,
David McCallum,
Moby Grape,
Howard Jones,
Zero Boys,
Slave,
Saccharine Trust,
the Association,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Gap Band,
Archie Shepp,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Human League,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Standells,
E-Dancer,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Victims,
Excepter,
World's Most,
New York Dolls,
Agent Orange,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Scott Walker,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ralphi Rosario,
10cc,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Detroit Cobras,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sonic Youth,
Juan Atkins,
Khruangbin,
The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men.
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.