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 Germany and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Stockholm.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Bill Wells to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Quantec. All the underground hits.
All JFA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pulsallama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Misunderstood,
The Selecter,
Rufus Thomas,
Blake Baxter,
Yellowson,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Minutemen,
Roy Ayers,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Youth Brigade,
The Detroit Cobras,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Knickerbockers,
Neu!,
Supertramp,
Basic Channel,
A Flock of Seagulls,
FM Einheit,
The Seeds,
Ronnie Foster,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Talk Talk,
Bush Tetras,
It's A Beautiful Day,
June of 44,
Con Funk Shun,
The Electric Prunes,
Fear,
Nick Fraelich,
Reuben Wilson,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Moss Icon,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Crash Course in Science,
Jesper Dahlback,
a-ha,
Mars,
DJ Style,
Barry Ungar,
The Fall,
Blossom Toes,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Rotary Connection,
Little Man,
Deadbeat,
Buzzcocks,
Michelle Simonal,
Todd Terry,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Tropical Tobacco,
Pulsallama,
Theoretical Girls,
Severed Heads,
The Move,
Scrapy,
the Association,
Aaron Thompson,
Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys.
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.