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 Manila.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 linndrum 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Matthew Halsall. All the underground hits.
All Rotary Connection tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ponytail record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro 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?
Yellowson,
The Mojo Men,
Jawbox,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
D'Angelo,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Anthony Braxton,
The Busters,
Supertramp,
Amazonics,
The Litter,
X-Ray Spex,
Lou Reed,
The Walker Brothers,
Moebius,
Lucky Dragons,
a-ha,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Goldenarms,
Kool Moe Dee,
Slick Rick,
Magma,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Eli Mardock,
Anakelly,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Rites of Spring,
Groovy Waters,
DJ Sneak,
Circle Jerks,
The Cramps,
Swans,
Lindisfarne,
Rosa Yemen,
Main Source,
The Star Department,
Barry Ungar,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Japan,
Bill Near,
The Fortunes,
Mantronix,
Mo-Dettes,
Icehouse,
Colin Newman,
Khruangbin,
Make Up,
PIL,
Young Marble Giants,
Bad Manners,
Suicide,
Michelle Simonal,
Hot Snakes,
The United States of America,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Toasters,
One Last Wish,
Talk Talk,
Urselle,
Scrapy,
UT, UT, UT, UT.
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.