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 Cambodia and from Toronto.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 theremin 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 UT to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Beasts of Bourbon. All the underground hits.
All Sonny Sharrock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quando Quango record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Rundgren record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skaos,
The Detroit Cobras,
Cybotron,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Y Pants,
The Sound,
Pharoah Sanders,
Swans,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
DJ Sneak,
The Standells,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Knickerbockers,
the Bar-Kays,
Mark Hollis,
Chris Corsano,
Dave Gahan,
Blake Baxter,
Eve St. Jones,
Deakin,
The Kinks,
Barry Ungar,
The Divine Comedy,
Donald Byrd,
the Normal,
Infiniti,
Anthony Braxton,
Crime,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Toni Rubio,
Amon Düül II,
Crooked Eye,
Davy DMX,
Buzzcocks,
the Slits,
Wire,
Dorothy Ashby,
Funkadelic,
Big Daddy Kane,
Maurizio,
Massinfluence,
The Doobie Brothers,
Hoover,
Magazine,
Gil Scott Heron,
Easy Going,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Soul II Soul,
Brass Construction,
Danielle Patucci,
Al Stewart,
UT,
Tim Buckley,
Dennis Brown,
Metal Thangz,
Radiopuhelimet,
La Düsseldorf,
Yazoo,
Kayak,
Susan Cadogan,
The Five Americans,
The Monks, The Monks, The Monks, The Monks.
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.