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 Netherlands and from Lyon.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Das Ding to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Gian Franco Pienzio. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks 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 a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The American Breed,
David Bowie,
Outsiders,
Organ,
Surgeon,
Soul Sonic Force,
Robert Görl,
Jerry's Kids,
Joey Negro,
Basic Channel,
Tomorrow,
Gabor Szabo,
Smog,
Joe Smooth,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Underground Resistance,
Drexciya,
Gang Starr,
Rites of Spring,
Gerry Rafferty,
Angry Samoans,
Leonard Cohen,
The Busters,
The Pretty Things,
Mission of Burma,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
June Days,
The Music Machine,
Sexual Harrassment,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
L. Decosne,
Mark Hollis,
Ken Boothe,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Severed Heads,
Masters at Work,
Von Mondo,
Deepchord,
Nik Kershaw,
Glambeats Corp.,
Mad Mike,
Television,
Colin Newman,
Bobby Byrd,
Neil Young,
Bauhaus,
The Angels of Light,
Popol Vuh,
These Immortal Souls,
Jacob Miller,
R.M.O.,
Nirvana,
Jimmy McGriff,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Throbbing Gristle,
Patti Smith,
Kerri Chandler,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
David Axelrod,
Zapp,
The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas.
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.