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 China and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Edmonton.
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 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 Todd Rundgren to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Guru Guru. All the underground hits.
All Ronan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Max Romeo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tim Buckley,
Ken Boothe,
John Coltrane,
The Gun Club,
The Buckinghams,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Wake,
Peter & Gordon,
Sällskapet,
Lou Christie,
Mr. Review,
Sam Rivers,
Black Moon,
UT,
Public Image Ltd.,
Soft Cell,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
the Association,
John Cale,
Half Japanese,
Suicide,
Alison Limerick,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Hasil Adkins,
Bauhaus,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Q65,
Erykah Badu,
The Moody Blues,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Black Pus,
Brick,
Chrome,
Inner City,
Animal Collective,
Stereo Dub,
Jeff Mills,
Black Flag,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Barracudas,
Susan Cadogan,
Moby Grape,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Archie Shepp,
Depeche Mode,
Unwound,
Todd Rundgren,
Throbbing Gristle,
Metal Thangz,
The Young Rascals,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Q and Not U,
Drive Like Jehu,
Average White Band,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Blake Baxter,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Motorama,
the Germs,
Wire, Wire, Wire, Wire.
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.