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 Eritrea and from Copenhagen.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Robert Palmer 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))) to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All The Shadows of Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shoche 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 48th St. Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cymande,
The Stooges,
In Retrospect,
The Move,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Banda Bassotti,
The Offenders,
Barry Ungar,
Throbbing Gristle,
LL Cool J,
Patti Smith,
Chrome,
The Names,
Jandek,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Mummies,
Bizarre Inc.,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lungfish,
Bobby Womack,
Anakelly,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Wings,
Rotary Connection,
One Last Wish,
Y Pants,
Rufus Thomas,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Brick,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Agitation Free,
Cecil Taylor,
Steve Hackett,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
John Holt,
Motorama,
Sight & Sound,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Seeds,
The Dead C,
Smog,
Oblivians,
Peter and Kerry,
Main Source,
D'Angelo,
Fatback Band,
Blossom Toes,
Supertramp,
OOIOO,
Todd Rundgren,
Mary Jane Girls,
X-Ray Spex,
U.S. Maple,
The Fortunes,
June of 44,
Essential Logic,
Deepchord,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gang Starr,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin.
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.