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 Salvador.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 güiro 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 The Smoke to the funk 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 The Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Bronski Beat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faraquet 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donald Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nico,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Average White Band,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sight & Sound,
Gichy Dan,
The Pop Group,
One Last Wish,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Angels of Light,
Dave Gahan,
The Slits,
Negative Approach,
Glenn Branca,
Radiopuhelimet,
Oneida,
The Skatalites,
Scott Walker,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Piero Umiliani,
Erasure,
Duran Duran,
Bill Wells,
June Days,
Boz Scaggs,
The Techniques,
The Cowsills,
Bluetip,
Fela Kuti,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Mars,
Harry Pussy,
The American Breed,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Groovy Waters,
Isaac Hayes,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ituana,
Schoolly D,
Brick,
The Detroit Cobras,
World's Most,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lakeside,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Joyce Sims,
Slick Rick,
New York Dolls,
Bobby Womack,
Jesper Dahlback,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Sound,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
L. Decosne,
Moby Grape,
Shuggie Otis,
Subhumans,
Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo.
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.