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 Vietnam 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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 linndrum 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 Lyres to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Litter. All the underground hits.
All Richard Hell and the Voidoids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brothers Johnson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pylon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sugar Minott,
Tom Boy,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Nico,
Iggy Pop,
The Durutti Column,
The Smiths,
the Swans,
Dawn Penn,
Gang Starr,
Ultra Naté,
LL Cool J,
Soulsonic Force,
Cecil Taylor,
Scrapy,
Erasure,
Bobby Byrd,
K-Klass,
Joe Smooth,
The Move,
Flipper,
The Monks,
John Cale,
Camouflage,
June Days,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Skatalites,
The Star Department,
Monks,
Barbara Tucker,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Scion,
Avey Tare,
The Fall,
La Düsseldorf,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Moody Blues,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Quantec,
10cc,
Lakeside,
Neu!,
Josef K,
Traffic Nightmare,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Joe Finger,
Alton Ellis,
Maurizio,
Frankie Knuckles,
Dennis Brown,
Whodini,
Niagra,
Bobby Womack,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
David Axelrod,
Warsaw,
The Smoke,
Deakin, Deakin, Deakin, Deakin.
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.