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 Bhutan 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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Hasil Adkins to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Barry Ungar. All the underground hits.
All Bill Near tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fuzztones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gap Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Evens,
Janne Schatter,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sun Ra,
Jeff Mills,
The Fortunes,
E-Dancer,
Camberwell Now,
Jimmy McGriff,
Stiv Bators,
Fluxion,
Fela Kuti,
Trumans Water,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Boredoms,
Iggy Pop,
Clear Light,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Cheater Slicks,
Fad Gadget,
Public Enemy,
Simply Red,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Joyce Sims,
Half Japanese,
Aswad,
The Tremeloes,
Reagan Youth,
Rod Modell,
The Selecter,
John Coltrane,
Black Pus,
Index,
The Mojo Men,
Accadde A,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Max Romeo,
Amon Düül,
DNA,
Suburban Knight,
Ken Boothe,
Masters at Work,
Massinfluence,
CMW,
Procol Harum,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Jeff Lynne,
Minutemen,
The Toasters,
Black Sheep,
Ponytail,
Dead Boys,
World's Most,
Sun City Girls,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Nils Olav,
Section 25,
Matthew Halsall,
Sarah Menescal,
Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour.
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.