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 Hungary and from Cairo.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Oppenheimer Analysis to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Jawbox. All the underground hits.
All Aural Exciters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Howard Jones 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a cv313 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vainqueur,
Dual Sessions,
Dark Day,
Hasil Adkins,
CMW,
Sun Ra,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Modern Lovers,
John Foxx,
Banda Bassotti,
Pantytec,
Rakim,
Connie Case,
Letta Mbulu,
Wasted Youth,
Gastr Del Sol,
Nils Olav,
New Order,
Television Personalities,
Derrick Morgan,
Pere Ubu,
The Move,
Brothers Johnson,
Fela Kuti,
Brick,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Detroit Cobras,
Royal Trux,
The Busters,
Pylon,
The Pretty Things,
Parry Music,
The Motions,
Funky Four + One,
Barry Ungar,
The Leaves,
Tomorrow,
Swell Maps,
Mr. Review,
The Alarm Clocks,
Metal Thangz,
Lou Reed,
Magma,
Duran Duran,
Severed Heads,
Amon Düül,
Flash Fearless,
Technova,
Man Parrish,
Fatback Band,
Joe Smooth,
The Smoke,
Arab on Radar,
Cheater Slicks,
The Last Poets,
Scrapy,
New Age Steppers,
Danielle Patucci,
kango's stein massive,
Deakin, Deakin, Deakin, Deakin.
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.