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 Bahamas and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the guitar 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 Boredoms to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Men They Couldn't Hang. All the underground hits.
All Jeru the Damaja tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Modern Lovers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gian Franco Pienzio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Easy Going,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Con Funk Shun,
Davy DMX,
Carl Craig,
Pussy Galore,
The Monks,
The Blues Magoos,
Aural Exciters,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Albert Ayler,
Todd Terry,
Gong,
Can,
Shoche,
David McCallum,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sixth Finger,
F. McDonald,
The Grass Roots,
Qualms,
Thee Headcoats,
The Leaves,
The Golliwogs,
the Bar-Kays,
Laurel Aitken,
Maurizio,
The Pretty Things,
Steve Hackett,
PIL,
Rekid,
E-Dancer,
U.S. Maple,
Sarah Menescal,
The Walker Brothers,
the Swans,
Stockholm Monsters,
Wire,
Ohio Players,
Unwound,
Amazonics,
Darondo,
Man Parrish,
Robert Görl,
Pagans,
Mary Jane Girls,
Second Layer,
Cecil Taylor,
Banda Bassotti,
The Star Department,
Yazoo,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Matthew Bourne,
The Cure,
MC5,
Rotary Connection,
Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz.
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.