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 Mongolia and from Bologna.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Sonics to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 A Flock of Seagulls. All the underground hits.
All New Age Steppers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thee Headcoats 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Guru Guru record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ornette Coleman,
The Leaves,
La Düsseldorf,
Joey Negro,
John Holt,
Neil Young,
Tommy Roe,
Glenn Branca,
Pharoah Sanders,
Brothers Johnson,
Shuggie Otis,
Rapeman,
Lou Reed,
The Trojans,
The Raincoats,
Quando Quango,
Soft Machine,
Gang Green,
The Fuzztones,
Von Mondo,
Talk Talk,
K-Klass,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
the Sonics,
Boredoms,
The Moody Blues,
Sight & Sound,
Cybotron,
Ossler,
The Five Americans,
Eric Dolphy,
Mandrill,
Intrusion,
World's Most,
The Index,
Matthew Halsall,
Heaven 17,
Hashim,
Joensuu 1685,
Eric B and Rakim,
Eyeless In Gaza,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Interpol,
Basic Channel,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Fear,
The Smoke,
The Fire Engines,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
T. Rex,
Prince Buster,
Aswad,
H. Thieme,
Scratch Acid,
Amazonics,
Jawbox,
Unwound,
Dead Boys,
Moebius,
Monolake,
Supertramp,
Pussy Galore,
The Misunderstood,
The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C.
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.