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 Solomon Islands 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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Faraquet to the rap 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 Rekid. All the underground hits.
All The Knickerbockers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eurythmics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flamin' Groovies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aaron Thompson,
June of 44,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Intrusion,
Technova,
T. Rex,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Swans,
H. Thieme,
Radiohead,
Grandmaster Flash,
X-102,
Vainqueur,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Saints,
The Monks,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Half Japanese,
the Fania All-Stars,
Joy Division,
Neil Young,
David Axelrod,
Warren Ellis,
Lebanon Hanover,
Dawn Penn,
X-Ray Spex,
Niagra,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Toasters,
Slave,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Essential Logic,
Deakin,
Rufus Thomas,
Scott Walker,
Warsaw,
Amon Düül II,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Jandek,
The Cowsills,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sight & Sound,
Oneida,
Graham Central Station,
Radiopuhelimet,
Pussy Galore,
Bronski Beat,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bush Tetras,
Marine Girls,
Crooked Eye,
Barbara Tucker,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Smog,
Gabor Szabo,
Groovy Waters,
Pole,
The Fugs,
Kevin Saunderson,
Reuben Wilson,
The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement.
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.