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 Iran and from Edmonton.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Juan Atkins to the grunge 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 Laurel Aitken. All the underground hits.
All Oneida tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Excepter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar 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?
Absolute Body Control,
Marshall Jefferson,
Moebius,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Depeche Mode,
Arthur Verocai,
Jawbox,
Slick Rick,
In Retrospect,
The Electric Prunes,
The Young Rascals,
Bang On A Can,
Reagan Youth,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lalo Schifrin,
Amazonics,
The Evens,
Saccharine Trust,
Wings,
Vladislav Delay,
Boz Scaggs,
Letta Mbulu,
cv313,
Yaz,
Althea and Donna,
Robert Görl,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
David Axelrod,
Bootsy Collins,
The Count Five,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Piero Umiliani,
The Kinks,
Ohio Players,
Derrick Morgan,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Symarip,
Japan,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bill Near,
Pet Shop Boys,
Dual Sessions,
Index,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sällskapet,
ABBA,
Country Teasers,
Aaron Thompson,
Bobby Sherman,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Motions,
Eddi Front,
Buzzcocks,
Minutemen,
Isaac Hayes,
The Fall,
Duran Duran,
T.S.O.L.,
Model 500,
Audionom,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Jimmy McGriff,
Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter.
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.