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 Vietnam and from Manchester.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 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 Agitation Free to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Mo-Dettes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marshall Jefferson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Moon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hardrive,
Gastr Del Sol,
Tears for Fears,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Remains,
The Fire Engines,
Nas,
Arcadia,
Ossler,
Jawbox,
MC5,
Los Fastidios,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Aural Exciters,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Doors,
Roy Ayers,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Robert Hood,
Excepter,
Sixth Finger,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Frankie Knuckles,
D'Angelo,
Ken Boothe,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Derrick May,
Hot Snakes,
Gregory Isaacs,
Amazonics,
Nico,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Country Teasers,
Barry Ungar,
The Count Five,
Organ,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bang On A Can,
KRS-One,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Half Japanese,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Outsiders,
The Walker Brothers,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Gap Band,
The Cramps,
Dark Day,
Guru Guru,
Magazine,
Lucky Dragons,
Peter & Gordon,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Slave,
Black Sheep,
Albert Ayler,
The Birthday Party,
David McCallum,
Sandy B,
Qualms,
Shoche, Shoche, Shoche, Shoche.
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.