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 Liechtenstein and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 Woodstock and Manchester.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Fuzztones to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Little Man. All the underground hits.
All Interpol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronnie Foster,
Pere Ubu,
World's Most,
The Beau Brummels,
Eddi Front,
Jawbox,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Kinks,
The Trojans,
Newcleus,
Wings,
Peter and Kerry,
Gang Green,
In Retrospect,
Nik Kershaw,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Kayak,
Robert Hood,
The Index,
the Germs,
Danielle Patucci,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Techniques,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Last Poets,
Fear,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Cure,
The Doors,
The Barracudas,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Hoover,
Scrapy,
Gong,
Nico,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lightning Bolt,
The Motions,
PIL,
Adolescents,
Bob Dylan,
The Standells,
Sonic Youth,
The Searchers,
Unwound,
Magazine,
Fad Gadget,
The Selecter,
Amon Düül,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Pretty Things,
Shuggie Otis,
Black Bananas,
John Lydon,
Scion,
R.M.O.,
kango's stein massive,
Neil Young,
Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case.
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.