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 Bologna.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Johannesburg.
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 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 Lou Reed 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 Underground Resistance to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Bang On A Can. All the underground hits.
All Malaria! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Howard Jones 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gastr Del Sol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bluetip,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Fatback Band,
Minny Pops,
The Leaves,
Radiohead,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Dave Gahan,
Jeff Mills,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Kerri Chandler,
Terrestrial Tones,
Mission of Burma,
Visage,
Jandek,
Soulsonic Force,
Kool Moe Dee,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
the Bar-Kays,
The Knickerbockers,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
DNA,
Albert Ayler,
Sparks,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Steve Hackett,
Ultimate Spinach,
Malaria!,
Fela Kuti,
Gang of Four,
Royal Trux,
John Holt,
Dark Day,
Cheater Slicks,
Tres Demented,
Sandy B,
The Golliwogs,
The Barracudas,
Erasure,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Vladislav Delay,
Tubeway Army,
MDC,
Rapeman,
China Crisis,
Thompson Twins,
Jimmy McGriff,
Chrome,
Main Source,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
the Sonics,
Mandrill,
Robert Hood,
Magazine,
Aural Exciters,
Faust,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Stereo Dub,
Danielle Patucci,
Nick Fraelich,
The Kinks,
The Seeds,
The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths.
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.