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 Bahamas and from Bremen.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Bobby Hutcherson to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Lebanon Hanover. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter and Kerry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slackers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Terry,
Organ,
Boz Scaggs,
The Martian,
The Residents,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sixth Finger,
Pylon,
Howard Jones,
Rosa Yemen,
Terrestrial Tones,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sex Pistols,
Arab on Radar,
Shoche,
The Young Rascals,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Infiniti,
Fugazi,
Can,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gang of Four,
Roger Hodgson,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Soft Machine,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Mary Jane Girls,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Moss Icon,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Juan Atkins,
Nirvana,
Barclay James Harvest,
Blancmange,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Byron Stingily,
Pet Shop Boys,
Althea and Donna,
Y Pants,
Lower 48,
Sam Rivers,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Godley & Creme,
Qualms,
Theoretical Girls,
Tomorrow,
the Normal,
Los Fastidios,
Q65,
Brass Construction,
Massinfluence,
The Offenders,
Todd Rundgren,
The Shadows of Knight,
X-101,
Little Man,
Tom Boy,
PIL,
Ultravox,
The Skatalites,
A Certain Ratio,
Unrelated Segments,
Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep.
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.