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 Congo and from Calgary.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Fall to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Scion. All the underground hits.
All Sarah Menescal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Motions 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marvin Gaye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Marc Almond,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Velvet Underground,
The Residents,
The Smiths,
Amon Düül II,
Desert Stars,
The Slackers,
Scratch Acid,
Delon & Dalcan,
Tres Demented,
The Associates,
Gabor Szabo,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Fad Gadget,
John Lydon,
DJ Sneak,
Schoolly D,
The Happenings,
Thompson Twins,
Boz Scaggs,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Human League,
Wally Richardson,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Barclay James Harvest,
Smog,
Easy Going,
Deakin,
Audionom,
Ronnie Foster,
Robert Wyatt,
Alice Coltrane,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Negative Approach,
Ultimate Spinach,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Suicide,
Lalann,
Terrestrial Tones,
Harmonia,
Khruangbin,
Can,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bobby Sherman,
Bluetip,
Ohio Players,
Alison Limerick,
Cluster,
Arthur Verocai,
Zapp,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Star Department,
Soft Machine,
Television,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ultra Naté,
Little Man,
The Golliwogs,
Whodini,
Dual Sessions,
Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly.
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.