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 Cameroon and from Johannesburg.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Panda Bear to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Bill Near. All the underground hits.
All FM Einheit tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unrelated Segments 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Enemy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Parrish,
Lindisfarne,
World's Most,
AZ,
The Red Krayola,
Minny Pops,
Essential Logic,
Black Pus,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Dave Gahan,
48th St. Collective,
Banda Bassotti,
Buzzcocks,
The Fall,
Chris Corsano,
Sparks,
Camberwell Now,
Mary Jane Girls,
The United States of America,
Bobby Sherman,
Nas,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Mo-Dettes,
Warsaw,
Jeff Lynne,
Newcleus,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Index,
Throbbing Gristle,
Porter Ricks,
Fat Boys,
Ten City,
Alphaville,
Rufus Thomas,
Slick Rick,
Derrick May,
Charles Mingus,
Tears for Fears,
X-Ray Spex,
Crime,
Warren Ellis,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Jandek,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Severed Heads,
The Gladiators,
Index,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Slackers,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Pantytec,
Audionom,
The Velvet Underground,
PIL,
The Black Dice,
B.T. Express,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bang On A Can,
Robert Görl,
Youth Brigade,
KRS-One,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
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.