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 Malaysia and from Paris.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 chamberlin 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 Nick Fraelich to the rap 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 Magma. All the underground hits.
All Kool Moe Dee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dave Gahan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hasil Adkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Birthday Party,
Khruangbin,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sugar Minott,
8 Eyed Spy,
Erykah Badu,
Mantronix,
Rhythm & Sound,
Zero Boys,
Sparks,
Judy Mowatt,
Tommy Roe,
Fluxion,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Soul Sonic Force,
Newcleus,
Lalo Schifrin,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sixth Finger,
Jacob Miller,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Kinks,
DJ Style,
Black Bananas,
Surgeon,
Crooked Eye,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Black Sheep,
Smog,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Steve Hackett,
Los Fastidios,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ten City,
The Happenings,
Country Teasers,
The Cramps,
Ludus,
The Red Krayola,
Jawbox,
Shuggie Otis,
Archie Shepp,
JFA,
Glambeats Corp.,
Fugazi,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Rapeman,
Electric Prunes,
Robert Görl,
Slave,
The Tremeloes,
10cc,
The Dirtbombs,
Porter Ricks,
Roxy Music,
Lightning Bolt,
Alice Coltrane,
Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope.
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.