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 Andorra and from Beijing.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 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 Ten City to the grunge 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 Masters at Work. All the underground hits.
All Mary Jane Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Association 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Niagra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Pus,
The Selecter,
The Modern Lovers,
Nirvana,
Bobby Womack,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lou Reed,
Rites of Spring,
Quantec,
The Young Rascals,
Terrestrial Tones,
Technova,
Scan 7,
Basic Channel,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Parry Music,
Pharoah Sanders,
Thee Headcoats,
John Lydon,
Sixth Finger,
The Index,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gong,
Sonny Sharrock,
Wolf Eyes,
New Order,
Ohio Players,
The Black Dice,
Underground Resistance,
Alton Ellis,
Monks,
Traffic Nightmare,
Henry Cow,
Bauhaus,
The Moody Blues,
Lakeside,
the Swans,
Can,
Hashim,
The Move,
Stereo Dub,
Shuggie Otis,
Neil Young,
Sugar Minott,
Kas Product,
Con Funk Shun,
Boredoms,
The Fugs,
The Knickerbockers,
Ten City,
David Axelrod,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Brothers Johnson,
Minutemen,
Desert Stars,
Wasted Youth,
The Fall,
Tommy Roe,
X-Ray Spex,
Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon.
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.