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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Delhi.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Paris.
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 arpeggiator 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 Shoche to the funk 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 The Index. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Khruangbin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a This Heat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fall,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Camouflage,
Ultra Naté,
New Age Steppers,
Gong,
The Blackbyrds,
Avey Tare,
Main Source,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
DNA,
Ultravox,
Nas,
KRS-One,
Marcia Griffiths,
Banda Bassotti,
Goldenarms,
Girls At Our Best!,
U.S. Maple,
Hoover,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
B.T. Express,
Mission of Burma,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Index,
Chrome,
Minnie Riperton,
The Remains,
The Index,
MDC,
Ituana,
Patti Smith,
Soulsonic Force,
Josef K,
The Smoke,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Supertramp,
the Sonics,
cv313,
Joy Division,
Surgeon,
Ohio Players,
Yazoo,
Sällskapet,
The Durutti Column,
Bobby Sherman,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Matthew Halsall,
Boz Scaggs,
Mandrill,
E-Dancer,
Dawn Penn,
Be Bop Deluxe,
David McCallum,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Wire,
Public Enemy,
Jerry's Kids,
Crash Course in Science,
Masters at Work,
Albert Ayler,
Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey.
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.