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 Mali and from Cairo.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
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 Malaria! to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))). All the underground hits.
All Prince Buster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MDC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Easy Going record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Technova,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Organ,
Todd Rundgren,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
June of 44,
Gang of Four,
Oblivians,
Archie Shepp,
The Beau Brummels,
Q and Not U,
The Red Krayola,
Ultra Naté,
Quadrant,
Parry Music,
The Young Rascals,
New Age Steppers,
Boz Scaggs,
Malaria!,
Chrome,
Country Teasers,
Boredoms,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Deadbeat,
The Pretty Things,
John Coltrane,
E-Dancer,
Agent Orange,
Little Man,
Amon Düül II,
Susan Cadogan,
Average White Band,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Litter,
Talk Talk,
Minutemen,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Real Kids,
Bronski Beat,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Eric Copeland,
K-Klass,
Scratch Acid,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Television Personalities,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ituana,
Lyres,
The Neon Judgement,
Das Ding,
Alphaville,
The Monks,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Spandau Ballet,
T.S.O.L.,
Radio Birdman,
Easy Going,
Lalo Schifrin,
Soulsonic Force,
Black Flag,
Erasure,
Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop.
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.