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 Cuba and from Hong Kong.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Shanghai.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the snare 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 Soul Sonic Force to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Tremeloes. All the underground hits.
All DJ Style tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Albert Ayler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Interpol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Axelrod,
The Happenings,
Letta Mbulu,
Wolf Eyes,
Qualms,
The Fire Engines,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Barracudas,
Danielle Patucci,
Grandmaster Flash,
Patti Smith,
Toni Rubio,
Joe Smooth,
Gabor Szabo,
Pussy Galore,
The Durutti Column,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Television,
Scott Walker,
The Vogues,
Saccharine Trust,
Sparks,
Kurtis Blow,
Chris Corsano,
Panda Bear,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gang of Four,
Aural Exciters,
Subhumans,
Metal Thangz,
Warren Ellis,
Spoonie Gee,
Anakelly,
Stereo Dub,
June of 44,
Rites of Spring,
Urselle,
Tears for Fears,
PIL,
Lucky Dragons,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Fuzztones,
Lindisfarne,
Rosa Yemen,
Neu!,
Stetsasonic,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Warsaw,
Mark Hollis,
Bush Tetras,
Delon & Dalcan,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Minnie Riperton,
Masters at Work,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Unwound,
Albert Ayler,
Gang Starr,
Tres Demented,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sixth Finger,
Neil Young,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids.
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.