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 Norway and from Accra.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 808 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Bill Wells. All the underground hits.
All Barry Ungar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Christie 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moody Blues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
These Immortal Souls,
Procol Harum,
Negative Approach,
Khruangbin,
Porter Ricks,
Bluetip,
Joe Smooth,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lindisfarne,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ituana,
Radio Birdman,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Fluxion,
Moby Grape,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Oneida,
The Pretty Things,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Divine Comedy,
The Motions,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bill Near,
The Mummies,
Dead Boys,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
DJ Sneak,
Brand Nubian,
Siglo XX,
Erasure,
Barclay James Harvest,
Q65,
Man Eating Sloth,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Saccharine Trust,
Aswad,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Iggy Pop,
Shoche,
June Days,
Suburban Knight,
Freddie Wadling,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Das Ding,
The Moleskins,
The Fire Engines,
KRS-One,
the Normal,
Quadrant,
Pole,
Fear,
The Misunderstood,
Pulsallama,
Lalann,
Barrington Levy,
Don Cherry,
Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich.
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.