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 Cyprus and from Delhi.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 güiro 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 Lalann to the electroclash 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 Neu!. All the underground hits.
All The Velvet Underground tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lucky Dragons record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Bar-Kays record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry's Kids,
Bluetip,
a-ha,
Cecil Taylor,
David Axelrod,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Move,
Minor Threat,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Technova,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Zeros,
Jacob Miller,
The Saints,
Kayak,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Prince Buster,
Derrick May,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lightning Bolt,
Blake Baxter,
The Techniques,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Divine Comedy,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
OOIOO,
Funkadelic,
David McCallum,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Dead Boys,
In Retrospect,
Thompson Twins,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Red Krayola,
Make Up,
Black Flag,
Trumans Water,
Bizarre Inc.,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sonny Sharrock,
Khruangbin,
Moebius,
Robert Hood,
Tommy Roe,
Marc Almond,
Warren Ellis,
Piero Umiliani,
The Victims,
Bootsy Collins,
The Mojo Men,
These Immortal Souls,
Jawbox,
Symarip,
Glenn Branca,
R.M.O.,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Detroit Cobras,
Hasil Adkins,
Junior Murvin,
Joe Finger,
The Wake, The Wake, The Wake, The Wake.
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.