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 Moldova and from Jakarta.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Victims to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Unwound. All the underground hits.
All The Barracudas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Christie 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neu! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
K-Klass,
Lebanon Hanover,
Robert Wyatt,
Agitation Free,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ken Boothe,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Outsiders,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Wings,
Sonic Youth,
FM Einheit,
The Real Kids,
Can,
Trumans Water,
Dawn Penn,
Erykah Badu,
Lungfish,
The Dead C,
Tom Boy,
John Cale,
Tears for Fears,
Stetsasonic,
Gastr Del Sol,
Echospace,
Iggy Pop,
Black Pus,
Bobby Sherman,
Scrapy,
Pharoah Sanders,
B.T. Express,
The Modern Lovers,
Reagan Youth,
Zapp,
Man Parrish,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Janne Schatter,
The Smiths,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Soulsonic Force,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
A Certain Ratio,
The Leaves,
The Birthday Party,
The Gladiators,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Faraquet,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Slackers,
Swell Maps,
Oblivians,
Supertramp,
Scientists,
Fat Boys,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kerri Chandler,
Visage,
Eric B and Rakim,
Country Teasers,
The Saints, The Saints, The Saints, The Saints.
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.