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 Equatorial Guinea and from Lille.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Larry & the Blue Notes to the rock 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 Thee Headcoats. All the underground hits.
All kango's stein massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The United States of America 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siouxsie and the Banshees record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erasure,
Grey Daturas,
The Five Americans,
Television,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sarah Menescal,
Sam Rivers,
Radio Birdman,
Lower 48,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Das Ding,
The Pretty Things,
The Leaves,
Robert Görl,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ultravox,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lee Hazlewood,
Aural Exciters,
Tommy Roe,
The Gladiators,
Alton Ellis,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Mars,
Man Eating Sloth,
The New Christs,
Sällskapet,
Smog,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Brick,
Janne Schatter,
Deepchord,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Yusef Lateef,
Unwound,
Amon Düül II,
Warren Ellis,
Sister Nancy,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Red Krayola,
Little Man,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Supertramp,
In Retrospect,
Eden Ahbez,
Pantaleimon,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Japan,
The Cramps,
K-Klass,
kango's stein massive,
Moby Grape,
The Skatalites,
Danielle Patucci,
Alphaville,
The Grass Roots,
AZ,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Blues Magoos,
Severed Heads,
Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale.
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.