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 Haiti and from Philadelphia.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Lou Reed 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 Eric Copeland to the dance 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 Sixth Finger. All the underground hits.
All Sex Pistols tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Görl 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mission of Burma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gong,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Pretty Things,
Thompson Twins,
Amon Düül,
Wasted Youth,
Angry Samoans,
Rapeman,
Max Romeo,
Warsaw,
Public Enemy,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sonic Youth,
Television Personalities,
Niagra,
The Vogues,
Tommy Roe,
New York Dolls,
Boredoms,
Pagans,
Bobby Byrd,
the Association,
AZ,
Kool Moe Dee,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Standells,
Circle Jerks,
The Smoke,
D'Angelo,
Agent Orange,
Pantaleimon,
Rakim,
Barbara Tucker,
Dead Boys,
Kas Product,
Steve Hackett,
FM Einheit,
LL Cool J,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Kevin Saunderson,
John Cale,
The Blues Magoos,
The Evens,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bush Tetras,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Beau Brummels,
The Doors,
MDC,
Swans,
Los Fastidios,
Tres Demented,
Alphaville,
Livin' Joy,
48th St. Collective,
Minnie Riperton,
Moebius,
The Cure,
Magma,
Joy Division,
Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra.
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.