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 Indonesia and from Copenhagen.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 kango's stein massive to the rock 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 Aloha Tigers. All the underground hits.
All The Move tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monochrome Set 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Traffic Nightmare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Aural Exciters,
Deadbeat,
Johnny Osbourne,
Deepchord,
Bang On A Can,
Soul II Soul,
Black Pus,
Das Ding,
Qualms,
the Sonics,
Sällskapet,
ABC,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Dead C,
Man Parrish,
Magazine,
Byron Stingily,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Young Marble Giants,
X-Ray Spex,
Groovy Waters,
Camouflage,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Freddie Wadling,
the Bar-Kays,
Quando Quango,
Audionom,
Boredoms,
Gang Starr,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bill Wells,
The Star Department,
The Happenings,
The Smoke,
ABBA,
Kerri Chandler,
Marcia Griffiths,
Babytalk,
The J.B.'s,
Buzzcocks,
Al Stewart,
Lindisfarne,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
U.S. Maple,
Bush Tetras,
Warren Ellis,
Suicide,
Dave Gahan,
Soft Machine,
Tropical Tobacco,
Radiopuhelimet,
Warsaw,
The Moleskins,
Swans,
June of 44,
The Selecter,
FM Einheit,
Pere Ubu,
Gang Green,
Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis.
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.