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 Lesotho 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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 snare 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 Trumans Water to the electroclash 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 Eurythmics. All the underground hits.
All Rod Modell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythim Is Rhythim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter and Kerry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Accadde A,
Amon Düül II,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Tom Boy,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Neon Judgement,
Roy Ayers,
Sound Behaviour,
The Buckinghams,
Japan,
Ronan,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Tremeloes,
Girls At Our Best!,
Shoche,
Index,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Kenny Larkin,
Cecil Taylor,
Morten Harket,
Andrew Hill,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sarah Menescal,
The Velvet Underground,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Alarm Clocks,
Eden Ahbez,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Dark Day,
Crispian St. Peters,
Traffic Nightmare,
Agent Orange,
Lucky Dragons,
The Trojans,
Piero Umiliani,
Second Layer,
Smog,
Q65,
Basic Channel,
DJ Style,
Jimmy McGriff,
Outsiders,
Magma,
Tres Demented,
Pylon,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Pharoah Sanders,
Pere Ubu,
Soul Sonic Force,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Youth Brigade,
The Mummies,
Massinfluence,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Quantec,
Heaven 17,
Khruangbin,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Scrapy,
Todd Rundgren,
Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound.
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.