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 Niger and from Portland.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Michael McDonald 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 Monochrome Set to the punk 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 Lyres. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Remains record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Malaria! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Half Japanese,
Sparks,
Aaron Thompson,
James White and The Blacks,
Intrusion,
Kenny Larkin,
Nik Kershaw,
Grauzone,
Tommy Roe,
Franke,
The Human League,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Stockholm Monsters,
Kerrie Biddell,
Index,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Fugs,
The Saints,
Public Enemy,
Marine Girls,
Second Layer,
Donny Hathaway,
Outsiders,
The Happenings,
the Association,
Procol Harum,
David Axelrod,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Hoover,
Tim Buckley,
Dawn Penn,
Black Moon,
Grey Daturas,
Todd Terry,
The Mojo Men,
Khruangbin,
Rod Modell,
Dual Sessions,
June of 44,
Essential Logic,
Jacob Miller,
Bootsy Collins,
Grandmaster Flash,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Connie Case,
Chris Corsano,
X-Ray Spex,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Hashim,
The Shadows of Knight,
PIL,
Lower 48,
Buzzcocks,
B.T. Express,
The Gun Club,
10cc,
Average White Band,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Residents,
Funkadelic,
Negative Approach,
Angry Samoans,
Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood.
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.