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 the UAE and from Taipei.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 clarinet 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 Metal Thangz to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Newcleus. All the underground hits.
All Outsiders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Schoolly D 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delon & Dalcan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
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,
Alison Limerick,
Idris Muhammad,
Icehouse,
The Blues Magoos,
Bronski Beat,
The Motions,
Ronnie Foster,
Jimmy McGriff,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Moleskins,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Schoolly D,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Peter & Gordon,
Marshall Jefferson,
Kurtis Blow,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Human League,
KRS-One,
The Cowsills,
Hoover,
Half Japanese,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Excepter,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Dirtbombs,
Duran Duran,
Main Source,
Basic Channel,
June of 44,
A Certain Ratio,
The Mummies,
Sugar Minott,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Beau Brummels,
Jandek,
The Velvet Underground,
Colin Newman,
The Flesh Eaters,
Zero Boys,
Los Fastidios,
The Star Department,
Bobby Byrd,
Altered Images,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Moby Grape,
Tres Demented,
Neil Young,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Scientists,
Pulsallama,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
CMW,
Leonard Cohen,
The Wake,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Unwound,
Harmonia,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Television,
Faust,
Echospace, Echospace, Echospace, Echospace.
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.