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 Latvia and from Woodstock.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Johannesburg.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Nation of Ulysses to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sällskapet. All the underground hits.
All Eli Mardock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bob Dylan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zero Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
Janne Schatter,
Lalo Schifrin,
Barry Ungar,
T.S.O.L.,
X-Ray Spex,
Camberwell Now,
John Foxx,
Black Moon,
A Certain Ratio,
Con Funk Shun,
The Victims,
The Busters,
Wolf Eyes,
Nation of Ulysses,
Roxy Music,
Sällskapet,
Circle Jerks,
KRS-One,
Barclay James Harvest,
Jacob Miller,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Soft Machine,
Amon Düül,
Althea and Donna,
Nik Kershaw,
Grauzone,
Davy DMX,
Aswad,
Qualms,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Doors,
Q65,
X-101,
Q and Not U,
kango's stein massive,
Minutemen,
Los Fastidios,
Dead Boys,
Josef K,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Nico,
Soft Cell,
The Alarm Clocks,
Simply Red,
The Flesh Eaters,
Organ,
Tom Boy,
Television Personalities,
Agitation Free,
Chris Corsano,
Thompson Twins,
Ronan,
Blake Baxter,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gang Green,
Boz Scaggs,
Lou Reed,
Television,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Throbbing Gristle,
Mad Mike,
Inner City,
Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead.
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.