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 Namibia and from Copenhagen.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 linndrum 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 Subhumans to the disco 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 Cal Tjader. All the underground hits.
All The Gun Club tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every World's Most 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Busters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liliput,
Public Enemy,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Marvin Gaye,
The Beau Brummels,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Symarip,
Boogie Down Productions,
Japan,
T.S.O.L.,
Pet Shop Boys,
Crooked Eye,
Tubeway Army,
Tears for Fears,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
U.S. Maple,
Grauzone,
The Litter,
LL Cool J,
The Young Rascals,
Alice Coltrane,
Alphaville,
Tomorrow,
Thee Headcoats,
Ornette Coleman,
Derrick May,
Avey Tare,
Sound Behaviour,
Intrusion,
the Germs,
Stetsasonic,
Eli Mardock,
Joensuu 1685,
Black Pus,
Zapp,
The Black Dice,
Youth Brigade,
Yellowson,
Lalo Schifrin,
T. Rex,
Deadbeat,
a-ha,
Black Flag,
Ten City,
DNA,
The Techniques,
L. Decosne,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Cheater Slicks,
Peter & Gordon,
Au Pairs,
John Coltrane,
Jeff Lynne,
The Birthday Party,
June Days,
Kayak,
Maleditus Sound,
Brick,
The Evens,
Ossler,
The Mummies,
Stockholm Monsters,
Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff.
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.