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 Honduras and from Tehran.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Paris.
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 harpsichord 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 The Mojo Men to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Be Bop Deluxe. All the underground hits.
All Flash Fearless tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ludus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Detroit Cobras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
H. Thieme,
The Gap Band,
Aaron Thompson,
Dead Boys,
The Skatalites,
Thompson Twins,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Television,
Nation of Ulysses,
Reagan Youth,
Erykah Badu,
Rod Modell,
John Cale,
Subhumans,
Minutemen,
Soulsonic Force,
Matthew Bourne,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Fall,
Don Cherry,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ten City,
The Fortunes,
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ABC,
The Last Poets,
David McCallum,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Cramps,
Brothers Johnson,
Albert Ayler,
Kurtis Blow,
Japan,
Con Funk Shun,
Gang of Four,
Minny Pops,
Soul II Soul,
The Dead C,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Radiohead,
The Doors,
Masters at Work,
Tommy Roe,
Dorothy Ashby,
Nirvana,
Soul Sonic Force,
Buzzcocks,
Lightning Bolt,
Talk Talk,
Radio Birdman,
The Music Machine,
The Birthday Party,
Echospace,
Chris Corsano,
Mary Jane Girls,
L. Decosne,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Smiths,
Rhythm & Sound,
Connie Case,
Q65,
The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers.
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.