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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Jakarta.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Grauzone to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse. All the underground hits.
All Scion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reuben Wilson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Invisible,
The Sound,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Moss Icon,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Hoover,
Maleditus Sound,
John Coltrane,
Black Moon,
Slave,
Schoolly D,
Camberwell Now,
Black Pus,
The Sonics,
Neu!,
Roxy Music,
Babytalk,
The Victims,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bob Dylan,
Rapeman,
The Smiths,
Aaron Thompson,
The Blues Magoos,
Visage,
Pagans,
Drexciya,
The Gap Band,
The Seeds,
Swans,
Quadrant,
Electric Prunes,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bill Wells,
Minutemen,
Altered Images,
Scratch Acid,
Interpol,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gerry Rafferty,
Rufus Thomas,
Archie Shepp,
The Leaves,
Khruangbin,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Iggy Pop,
Guru Guru,
Shuggie Otis,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Crispian St. Peters,
Rites of Spring,
Camouflage,
Isaac Hayes,
Radiohead,
Marc Almond,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Moebius,
Heaven 17,
Sun Ra,
Frankie Knuckles,
Clear Light,
Nico, Nico, Nico, Nico.
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.