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 Tanzania and from Milan.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Nirvana to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Vladislav Delay. All the underground hits.
All Y Pants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun City Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Angels of Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drive Like Jehu,
Crispy Ambulance,
Mary Jane Girls,
Radio Birdman,
Saccharine Trust,
Ronan,
Parry Music,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Fad Gadget,
Whodini,
Erasure,
Charles Mingus,
Bizarre Inc.,
Grey Daturas,
Pole,
Scrapy,
Severed Heads,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Alarm Clocks,
Easy Going,
Mars,
Minor Threat,
Quadrant,
Theoretical Girls,
Juan Atkins,
Eve St. Jones,
The Cramps,
Boogie Down Productions,
10cc,
Cameo,
Mad Mike,
Flash Fearless,
The Mummies,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
La Düsseldorf,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Clear Light,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ultra Naté,
Donald Byrd,
Pagans,
Colin Newman,
Deakin,
Erykah Badu,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Misunderstood,
Quando Quango,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
48th St. Collective,
Wolf Eyes,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Wake,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Sound,
Guru Guru,
K-Klass,
Zapp,
The American Breed,
New Order,
Black Flag,
Drexciya,
Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band.
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.