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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Hong Kong.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Holger Czukay 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 MC5 to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Interpol. All the underground hits.
All Vladislav Delay tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Association record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tommy Roe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Enemy,
Minny Pops,
Arab on Radar,
Monolake,
Talk Talk,
Ludus,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Q and Not U,
Altered Images,
Jesper Dahlback,
Average White Band,
The Invisible,
Joy Division,
Groovy Waters,
The Modern Lovers,
Young Marble Giants,
Dual Sessions,
Amon Düül II,
Model 500,
Maleditus Sound,
Byron Stingily,
Yellowson,
Brass Construction,
The Leaves,
The Misunderstood,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gichy Dan,
Nirvana,
Amazonics,
Gong,
Pagans,
Marine Girls,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Section 25,
Moebius,
Rakim,
Kerri Chandler,
UT,
The Moody Blues,
Roxy Music,
The Litter,
Motorama,
cv313,
The Pop Group,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
A Certain Ratio,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Gories,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Joe Finger,
Bill Near,
Smog,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Jimmy McGriff,
Eric Copeland,
Sexual Harrassment,
Marshall Jefferson,
Derrick May,
Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley.
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.