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 Niger and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Icehouse to the rock 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 Jesper Dahlbäck. All the underground hits.
All Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Vogues 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer 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 clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anthony Braxton,
Hashim,
Sex Pistols,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Fat Boys,
The Moody Blues,
These Immortal Souls,
Gang Starr,
Second Layer,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Happenings,
John Coltrane,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Funkadelic,
The Fugs,
One Last Wish,
the Swans,
Metal Thangz,
Groovy Waters,
CMW,
Buzzcocks,
Andrew Hill,
Connie Case,
Cal Tjader,
June Days,
Gastr Del Sol,
Rufus Thomas,
Sight & Sound,
Spoonie Gee,
Von Mondo,
Dawn Penn,
Freddie Wadling,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Motorama,
The Slackers,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Doors,
Neu!,
Delta 5,
Archie Shepp,
Average White Band,
Severed Heads,
The Last Poets,
Newcleus,
The Golliwogs,
Flamin' Groovies,
JFA,
Warsaw,
Oneida,
Reagan Youth,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bronski Beat,
Animal Collective,
Josef K,
Pulsallama,
Television Personalities,
Bill Wells,
the Sonics,
The Monks,
Easy Going,
Los Fastidios,
Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants.
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.