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 Singapore and from Lagos.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 güiro 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 The Techniques to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Slits. All the underground hits.
All cv313 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Outsiders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swell Maps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Star Department,
Arab on Radar,
the Normal,
Idris Muhammad,
Section 25,
Sight & Sound,
Bobby Hutcherson,
F. McDonald,
Lakeside,
Anakelly,
Bluetip,
Scott Walker,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Eli Mardock,
Intrusion,
Davy DMX,
The Doors,
MDC,
Hoover,
the Bar-Kays,
Curtis Mayfield,
Saccharine Trust,
The Remains,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Los Fastidios,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Urselle,
Essential Logic,
Kerrie Biddell,
Rosa Yemen,
Ludus,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
China Crisis,
8 Eyed Spy,
Electric Prunes,
The Standells,
Funky Four + One,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Oblivians,
Aaron Thompson,
48th St. Collective,
Blancmange,
the Sonics,
Nils Olav,
A Certain Ratio,
Godley & Creme,
The Blues Magoos,
Black Flag,
Cheater Slicks,
Scientists,
Freddie Wadling,
Max Romeo,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Sound,
Basic Channel,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Neil Young,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Toasters,
Radiohead,
Young Marble Giants,
The Divine Comedy,
The Flesh Eaters,
Byron Stingily,
Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks.
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.