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 Ivory Coast and from Lagos.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 synthesizer 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 OOIOO to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Lalann tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tubeway Army record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispy Ambulance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Byrd,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Barbara Tucker,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sam Rivers,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pere Ubu,
Brass Construction,
Tomorrow,
Echospace,
Darondo,
Avey Tare,
Donny Hathaway,
Grandmaster Flash,
Japan,
Eden Ahbez,
Faraquet,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Max Romeo,
Scott Walker,
The Remains,
Gabor Szabo,
Royal Trux,
Peter & Gordon,
Eric B and Rakim,
Juan Atkins,
Gastr Del Sol,
Flamin' Groovies,
Rufus Thomas,
The Moleskins,
The Red Krayola,
Rapeman,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Byron Stingily,
Anthony Braxton,
Hoover,
Pylon,
Susan Cadogan,
Theoretical Girls,
Gang Starr,
Rosa Yemen,
Bush Tetras,
Charles Mingus,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Pagans,
Pantytec,
The Evens,
The Durutti Column,
The Dirtbombs,
Roger Hodgson,
The Five Americans,
Panda Bear,
Oblivians,
L. Decosne,
Easy Going,
Adolescents,
X-102,
MC5,
EPMD,
the Human League,
Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp.
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.