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 Japan and from Philadelphia.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 spring reverb 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 Ultimate Spinach to the funk 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 Terry Callier. All the underground hits.
All Zero Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marine Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Bar-Kays,
The Blues Magoos,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Khruangbin,
Junior Murvin,
Gregory Isaacs,
David Axelrod,
Can,
Tom Boy,
Boogie Down Productions,
Mission of Burma,
Gang of Four,
Ohio Players,
Sister Nancy,
Ludus,
The Remains,
Von Mondo,
Alphaville,
Mantronix,
Bootsy Collins,
Alice Coltrane,
The Fugs,
X-102,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Happenings,
Hasil Adkins,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Amon Düül,
The Five Americans,
Carl Craig,
Groovy Waters,
Albert Ayler,
The Associates,
Camberwell Now,
Y Pants,
Crime,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sugar Minott,
Minny Pops,
Arcadia,
The New Christs,
Television Personalities,
Neu!,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Wire,
Jeru the Damaja,
Man Eating Sloth,
Steve Hackett,
Saccharine Trust,
Yaz,
In Retrospect,
JFA,
Second Layer,
the Normal,
Skaos,
John Lydon,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Icehouse,
Technova,
FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit.
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.