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 Israel and from Taipei.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lyon.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Barrington Levy to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Cheater Slicks. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pussy Galore 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra Arkestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Graham Central Station,
Warren Ellis,
Albert Ayler,
X-102,
The Invisible,
The Blackbyrds,
Khruangbin,
The Electric Prunes,
H. Thieme,
X-Ray Spex,
Scratch Acid,
Black Pus,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Andrew Hill,
Rufus Thomas,
Eurythmics,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Laurel Aitken,
Erasure,
Mandrill,
Magma,
The Selecter,
Black Moon,
Blancmange,
The Real Kids,
Country Teasers,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Flipper,
Subhumans,
Whodini,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Cybotron,
Television,
Ossler,
Average White Band,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Smog,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Tres Demented,
Underground Resistance,
The Walker Brothers,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Public Enemy,
The Vogues,
John Lydon,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Knickerbockers,
Man Eating Sloth,
kango's stein massive,
Shoche,
Big Daddy Kane,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Happenings,
Jandek,
Thee Headcoats,
Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna.
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.