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 Norway and from Delhi.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Ronan to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Kas Product. All the underground hits.
All Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deepchord 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tim Buckley record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Motions,
Warsaw,
Japan,
The Young Rascals,
Kenny Larkin,
John Cale,
Mad Mike,
Crash Course in Science,
Scrapy,
Joey Negro,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ronnie Foster,
EPMD,
Sixth Finger,
Slave,
New York Dolls,
Sound Behaviour,
Soulsonic Force,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Electric Prunes,
Audionom,
The Divine Comedy,
The Modern Lovers,
Aloha Tigers,
MC5,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Derrick Morgan,
Alison Limerick,
Au Pairs,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Blackbyrds,
Gang Green,
Agitation Free,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Moleskins,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bootsy Collins,
Ohio Players,
Lightning Bolt,
The Selecter,
Kevin Saunderson,
Unwound,
OOIOO,
Rosa Yemen,
UT,
Chrome,
The Zeros,
Rakim,
Vladislav Delay,
Lou Reed,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Five Americans,
48th St. Collective,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Drive Like Jehu,
Infiniti,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Girls At Our Best!,
Can,
Suicide,
Anthony Braxton,
Stiv Bators,
Dawn Penn,
James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks.
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.