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 Bangladesh and from Woodstock.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Thompson Twins. All the underground hits.
All Donny Hathaway tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arthur Verocai 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin 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 Germs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Neon Judgement,
The Stooges,
The Doors,
Mad Mike,
Tropical Tobacco,
Joe Finger,
Khruangbin,
Lou Reed,
John Cale,
Terrestrial Tones,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Aloha Tigers,
The Dirtbombs,
Unwound,
David McCallum,
Deepchord,
Cybotron,
Swell Maps,
the Soft Cell,
This Heat,
Cecil Taylor,
Ornette Coleman,
The Sound,
Lee Hazlewood,
Nico,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lower 48,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Fall,
kango's stein massive,
Nik Kershaw,
Jawbox,
Interpol,
Marcia Griffiths,
Soft Machine,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Tim Buckley,
The Invisible,
Whodini,
Toni Rubio,
Rakim,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Durutti Column,
Pantytec,
Soul Sonic Force,
Q and Not U,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Man Parrish,
The Saints,
Make Up,
Black Moon,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Amon Düül,
Delta 5,
Tubeway Army,
The Knickerbockers,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Zero Boys,
Blossom Toes,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon.
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.