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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 organ 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 Au Pairs to the grunge 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 The Moleskins. All the underground hits.
All Max Romeo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donald Byrd 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 güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faraquet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Newcleus,
Malaria!,
The Saints,
Sun City Girls,
LL Cool J,
Niagra,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Brick,
China Crisis,
Unwound,
ABBA,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Byron Stingily,
Ossler,
Morten Harket,
Black Sheep,
Archie Shepp,
Tom Boy,
the Germs,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Eddi Front,
Khruangbin,
Girls At Our Best!,
Chris & Cosey,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Dave Clark Five,
Cluster,
Agitation Free,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Technova,
The Sound,
Lakeside,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Au Pairs,
Toni Rubio,
Severed Heads,
Ronnie Foster,
Eric Copeland,
Eurythmics,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Tremeloes,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
H. Thieme,
Banda Bassotti,
Adolescents,
The Residents,
Shoche,
Steve Hackett,
The Velvet Underground,
Scan 7,
Alton Ellis,
Arab on Radar,
Gregory Isaacs,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Terry Callier,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Stiv Bators,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Yellowson,
La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf.
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.