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 Mumbai.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 clarinet 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 Q65 to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Scrapy. All the underground hits.
All Delon & Dalcan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Newcleus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick May record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mandrill,
Technova,
Barrington Levy,
Sällskapet,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Victims,
Robert Görl,
The Fire Engines,
Spoonie Gee,
Nils Olav,
Faust,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Birthday Party,
Shoche,
Lou Reed,
Freddie Wadling,
Sugar Minott,
Organ,
The Cramps,
OOIOO,
The Skatalites,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Traffic Nightmare,
B.T. Express,
Hot Snakes,
F. McDonald,
Vainqueur,
Aural Exciters,
The Monochrome Set,
Eurythmics,
Ultra Naté,
Electric Prunes,
The Modern Lovers,
The Flesh Eaters,
Eden Ahbez,
Aswad,
Magazine,
ABC,
Grauzone,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Techniques,
Mo-Dettes,
Ossler,
Index,
Yellowson,
Suburban Knight,
Nation of Ulysses,
Swans,
Minnie Riperton,
June of 44,
Adolescents,
Sparks,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Velvet Underground,
Ludus,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Franke,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sex Pistols,
Delta 5,
Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth.
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.