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 Barbados and from Tehran.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Spokane.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 La Düsseldorf to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Move. All the underground hits.
All Stereo Dub tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Buzzcocks 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 '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 Lalann record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arthur Verocai,
Ludus,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Yaz,
The American Breed,
Jandek,
DJ Style,
Make Up,
Joensuu 1685,
Fear,
The Sonics,
Infiniti,
Sixth Finger,
Banda Bassotti,
Blancmange,
Funky Four + One,
Index,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Scratch Acid,
The Monochrome Set,
The Standells,
Leonard Cohen,
Soul Sonic Force,
Little Man,
Tubeway Army,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Walker Brothers,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Youth Brigade,
Dennis Brown,
James White and The Blacks,
48th St. Collective,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gerry Rafferty,
Robert Wyatt,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Drive Like Jehu,
Harry Pussy,
Scan 7,
Pere Ubu,
Bill Wells,
Black Pus,
Dead Boys,
Ornette Coleman,
Jerry's Kids,
ABC,
Bronski Beat,
Avey Tare,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Dave Clark Five,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Supertramp,
Terrestrial Tones,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Oblivians,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bang On A Can,
Minutemen,
Von Mondo,
Intrusion,
Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope.
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.