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 Mexico and from Copenhagen.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Circle Jerks to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Flesh Eaters. All the underground hits.
All Oblivians tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sister Nancy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Popol Vuh record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Nils Olav,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Motions,
Cameo,
Barrington Levy,
Lightning Bolt,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Invisible,
Metal Thangz,
The Litter,
Hasil Adkins,
Nick Fraelich,
Outsiders,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Dennis Brown,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Smog,
Wasted Youth,
David Axelrod,
Swell Maps,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Cecil Taylor,
Quando Quango,
The Slackers,
Kool Moe Dee,
Crime,
8 Eyed Spy,
T. Rex,
Minny Pops,
Alton Ellis,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Gories,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Judy Mowatt,
DJ Sneak,
Slick Rick,
The Dead C,
The Happenings,
Lou Christie,
The Fortunes,
the Swans,
Vainqueur,
A Certain Ratio,
Chris & Cosey,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Radio Birdman,
The Gun Club,
Soulsonic Force,
Popol Vuh,
Man Parrish,
E-Dancer,
Panda Bear,
Joey Negro,
Black Bananas,
Qualms,
The Remains, The Remains, The Remains, The Remains.
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.