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 Israel and from Glasgow.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 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 Wolf Eyes to the rap 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 Animal Collective. All the underground hits.
All Unrelated Segments 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 rock 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 synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a It's A Beautiful Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skaos,
Kas Product,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Jerry's Kids,
Whodini,
Clear Light,
Slave,
Grauzone,
Malaria!,
Iggy Pop,
Wally Richardson,
The Velvet Underground,
Surgeon,
Spoonie Gee,
Television,
Los Fastidios,
Rosa Yemen,
Stetsasonic,
Nils Olav,
Arcadia,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Joyce Sims,
Vainqueur,
The Searchers,
Ultravox,
Bootsy Collins,
Accadde A,
Desert Stars,
Essential Logic,
H. Thieme,
Zapp,
Black Pus,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Camberwell Now,
the Soft Cell,
Soft Machine,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Charles Mingus,
Cymande,
John Lydon,
Y Pants,
Gabor Szabo,
Jeff Mills,
Sonic Youth,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Buckinghams,
kango's stein massive,
Soft Cell,
Patti Smith,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Move,
LL Cool J,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Arthur Verocai,
David McCallum,
Darondo,
Sandy B,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
PIL,
Al Stewart,
Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica.
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.