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 Egypt and from Houston.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Fugazi to the techno 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 Public Image Ltd.. All the underground hits.
All Tim Buckley tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boogie Down Productions 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Make Up record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Barracudas,
Circle Jerks,
Tim Buckley,
The Slits,
Rod Modell,
Heaven 17,
Newcleus,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Angels of Light,
Barrington Levy,
X-101,
Organ,
The Kinks,
Royal Trux,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Fire Engines,
Scrapy,
T.S.O.L.,
Massinfluence,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Modern Lovers,
Blake Baxter,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Radiohead,
Bauhaus,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Theoretical Girls,
Kevin Saunderson,
Tom Boy,
The Cure,
DNA,
The Zeros,
Erykah Badu,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gregory Isaacs,
Donny Hathaway,
Lucky Dragons,
Unwound,
MDC,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Blackbyrds,
Accadde A,
Sparks,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Gories,
Mantronix,
Jandek,
Ten City,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
John Foxx,
The Dead C,
Lindisfarne,
The Gun Club,
Cybotron,
The Remains,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Walker Brothers,
Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson.
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.