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 Malta 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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 linndrum 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 Q65 to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Rosa Yemen. All the underground hits.
All The Young Rascals tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angels of Light & Akron/Family record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Japan 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?
Throbbing Gristle,
Grauzone,
The Searchers,
The Young Rascals,
Desert Stars,
Easy Going,
Reagan Youth,
Livin' Joy,
Amon Düül,
the Germs,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Hasil Adkins,
The Litter,
Radiohead,
Warren Ellis,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
DJ Style,
Danielle Patucci,
The Residents,
Isaac Hayes,
Stereo Dub,
Harmonia,
Michelle Simonal,
The Detroit Cobras,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
T.S.O.L.,
Traffic Nightmare,
Swell Maps,
B.T. Express,
Boz Scaggs,
Animal Collective,
Soul II Soul,
Clear Light,
Derrick May,
Marvin Gaye,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Newcleus,
Thompson Twins,
Graham Central Station,
Simply Red,
Sunsets and Hearts,
MDC,
X-101,
Franke,
Panda Bear,
Funkadelic,
Intrusion,
Index,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Yazoo,
The Mummies,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Smog,
Depeche Mode,
K-Klass,
The Gories,
Unrelated Segments,
The Skatalites,
Drive Like Jehu,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Average White Band,
KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One.
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.