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 Japan 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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 sitar 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 Johnny Osbourne to the techno 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 Angry Samoans. All the underground hits.
All Tommy Roe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liaisons Dangereuses 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q and Not U record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultimate Spinach,
Maleditus Sound,
Maurizio,
Desert Stars,
The Five Americans,
8 Eyed Spy,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Mr. Review,
Black Flag,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Piero Umiliani,
Deepchord,
Monolake,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ponytail,
Sun City Girls,
The J.B.'s,
The Pop Group,
The Real Kids,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Marc Almond,
R.M.O.,
Slave,
Camberwell Now,
Amon Düül,
The Raincoats,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Kurtis Blow,
Shoche,
The Velvet Underground,
Symarip,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Tim Buckley,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Kinks,
Mars,
The Moody Blues,
Dave Gahan,
Fugazi,
Erasure,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Eric B and Rakim,
Amon Düül II,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Cymande,
Flash Fearless,
Wasted Youth,
Absolute Body Control,
Connie Case,
The American Breed,
Dual Sessions,
Ten City,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Detroit Cobras,
Rosa Yemen,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Blossom Toes,
Interpol,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan.
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.