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 Bahamas and from Seoul.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 linndrum 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 It's A Beautiful Day 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 Flipper. All the underground hits.
All The Stooges tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Germs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Graham Central Station,
Joensuu 1685,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Make Up,
Rekid,
The Associates,
The Modern Lovers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Mark Hollis,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Echospace,
Wire,
Yaz,
H. Thieme,
Arab on Radar,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lyres,
Laurel Aitken,
Delon & Dalcan,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Evens,
Anthony Braxton,
Blake Baxter,
OOIOO,
Ponytail,
Dave Gahan,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bobby Sherman,
cv313,
The Zeros,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bush Tetras,
Reagan Youth,
Oblivians,
The Victims,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Delta 5,
Neil Young,
Suburban Knight,
Judy Mowatt,
David McCallum,
Funkadelic,
Skarface,
The Young Rascals,
Negative Approach,
Rufus Thomas,
Toni Rubio,
DJ Style,
Ice-T,
Saccharine Trust,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Tomorrow,
Dawn Penn,
Pussy Galore,
Gichy Dan,
Dark Day,
Japan, Japan, Japan, Japan.
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.