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 Belize and from Mumbai.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Connie Case to the funk 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 Leonard Cohen. All the underground hits.
All Prince Buster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gong record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boredoms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pussy Galore,
The American Breed,
The Standells,
Panda Bear,
Connie Case,
Liliput,
Sun Ra,
Ornette Coleman,
CMW,
Parry Music,
Gong,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Busters,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
the Swans,
The Trojans,
Josef K,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Velvet Underground,
The United States of America,
The Moody Blues,
Crooked Eye,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
DJ Sneak,
Franke,
The Five Americans,
Zapp,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Nation of Ulysses,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Monks,
Donny Hathaway,
John Holt,
The New Christs,
Alton Ellis,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Cymande,
Kerri Chandler,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
cv313,
Lower 48,
Sun City Girls,
The Skatalites,
Main Source,
Average White Band,
Echospace,
Simply Red,
Dawn Penn,
John Foxx,
Alice Coltrane,
Dead Boys,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sugar Minott,
World's Most,
Drexciya,
Toni Rubio,
Juan Atkins,
Y Pants,
Oblivians,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs.
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.