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 Ghana 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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 One Last Wish to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Can. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Mills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Louis and Bebe Barron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kevin Saunderson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Flag,
The Kinks,
Stetsasonic,
Derrick Morgan,
The Cure,
Todd Terry,
F. McDonald,
Sixth Finger,
Gang of Four,
Peter & Gordon,
Anthony Braxton,
Crash Course in Science,
The Victims,
The Move,
EPMD,
Aaron Thompson,
Aural Exciters,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Carl Craig,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Chrome,
Erasure,
Swell Maps,
Neu!,
Soulsonic Force,
Cybotron,
Zero Boys,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Monolake,
Siglo XX,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
June of 44,
Jandek,
The Monks,
Lalo Schifrin,
Brand Nubian,
The Remains,
Country Teasers,
Nils Olav,
Josef K,
Sun City Girls,
Dorothy Ashby,
Quadrant,
Gregory Isaacs,
Fugazi,
Harry Pussy,
The Searchers,
Sparks,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Yaz,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Cluster,
Sandy B,
Faraquet,
cv313,
Blossom Toes,
The Dead C,
Nas,
Wings,
Al Stewart,
D'Angelo,
Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear.
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.