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 Somalia and from Houston.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Charles Mingus to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Panda Bear. All the underground hits.
All Sun City Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drive Like Jehu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Bowie,
Godley & Creme,
Sugar Minott,
Reuben Wilson,
Suburban Knight,
X-101,
Throbbing Gristle,
Dawn Penn,
Charles Mingus,
Morten Harket,
Siglo XX,
Joy Division,
Darondo,
Nirvana,
Boredoms,
Spoonie Gee,
Franke,
Derrick May,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bizarre Inc.,
Rotary Connection,
Letta Mbulu,
The Blues Magoos,
Alison Limerick,
The J.B.'s,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
K-Klass,
Scientists,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sly & The Family Stone,
R.M.O.,
Jeff Lynne,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Liliput,
The Slackers,
T.S.O.L.,
Marvin Gaye,
Bootsy Collins,
Iggy Pop,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Vladislav Delay,
The Dead C,
Nils Olav,
Y Pants,
Nik Kershaw,
X-Ray Spex,
The Birthday Party,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Idris Muhammad,
Skarface,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lee Hazlewood,
Maleditus Sound,
The Leaves,
Visage,
Country Teasers,
Silicon Teens,
Hardrive,
the Sonics,
Ultra Naté,
Jeff Mills,
Accadde A,
Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins.
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.